So you wonder what a sister team can do, do you? Well sit down and read this book, and by the time you finish, I'm sure you will regret not having a sister. Or, if you do, you'll regret not having one like mine.
Emily is a year older than myself, and she thinks a great deal more experience than her little sister, but she has taken me on so many adventures, gotten me screwed by so many men, plugged full at orgies, that at this point, I don't think it matters any longer.
It was on my eighteenth birthday that Emily took me out, supposedly for my first drink. We went down to a neighborhood bar and sat there for a couple of hours, hitting the bottle.
Then at last, Emily got around to her real purpose for this time.
"You ever been laid, honey?" she asked.
"Laid," I exclaimed. "What upstanding girl of eighteen would still have a cherry?"
"That's the girl," she said. "That's what I like to hear. Now we can get down to business."
"Business?" I asked.
"Yeah. How long do you suppose it will take you to pack up and get out of the house?"
"About ten minutes," I answered, eagerly.
"How would you like to live with your sister in the big city?"
"You're on!" I cried, jumping from my seat, throwing my arms around her.
It was just about that time that I noticed this young good looking stud sitting back against the juke box giving me the eye. And from what I could see, he surely had a nice piece of meat hanging between his legs.
"Emily," I confided, "look at that one over there. Do you think he really wants me?"
"Do I think he really wants you. If he stared any harder, your jaws would fall off."
"Oh, good," I cried, "tell me how my technique is," I said with a wink, hopping off my seat again, taking my drink in my hand and moving over in his direction.
"Hi, sweetheart," I said, taking a deep breath to show off my huge tits. "I couldn't help but notice that you were staring at me," I continued.
"There's a lot to stare at."
"That's for sure," I went on.
"Who's the dame with you?"
"That's no dame! That's my sister," I said.
"She's a looker, too."
"It runs in the family, "I answered, confidently.
"What say you and I go for a ride, baby?" he asked, reaching out and touching my shoulder with his hand, letting it brush over my sweater, down over my tit, and finally away from my body.
"Well you can pretty much see what I have to
() offer, but I don't have any idea how much you have."
"How's ten inches sound to you?"
"Sounds like fun, if you're telling it straight."
"It's not straight yet, but I'm sure you can do the job."
"You're on," I said, "just let me tell my sister where I'm going."
I turned and shook my ass all the way across the bar, sure that he was taking in every detail.
"Good show," Emily said when I was close enough.
"Good show nothing. The show hasn't begun yet. He asked me to go for a ride with him, and I agreed, of course. You know how it is with us girls. But the thing I didn't tell him is that where I go, my sister comes with me. What do you say? He says he has ten inches, suppose he can satisfy the both of us."
"We'll at least give him a chance," Emily said, taking in the handsome stranger standing across the room.
"Okay, it's set, then," I said, turning in his direction, inhaling deeply, sticking my boobies straight up in the air. Regally, I held my hand up high above the head and formed a "V" with my second and third finger.
At first he looked puzzled, but then as the meaning sunk in, the smile formed on his lips and he began walking in our direction.
"Do you suppose you can take care of the two of us," I asked, when he got there.
"I can take care of as many as you can supply."
"That's what you think," I answered, turning to Emily. "Emily, get out our address book."
Emily reached into her carry-all and produced an address book that looked like the Manhattan Yellow Pages.
He let out a low whistle, and I was convinced that we had impressed him sufficiently.
"Okay, pay the bartender for our drinks and we'll be waiting for you at the door," I said as Emily and I began walking across the room.
I was glad that the wolf whistles were coming from behind us. Glad that this stud knew that we could have our choice of the bar.
He was hot on our trail. We'd just stepped out the door when his stupid, smiling face appeared.
"Right this way, ladies," he said, taking each of us by the arm and directing us across the street to a waiting automobile.
"Where are we going," I asked him when we were in the car and I was seated between my sister and the dark handsome stranger.
"I don't know. Do you girls have a place?"
"Yeah, we have a place, but what do you do, live in the street?"
"No, but my place is unavailable," he answered.
"Why?" I chimed in.
"My wife is there," he answered.
"Oh, you have one of those," I answered, nonchalantly. "Makes no difference to us. All we're looking for is a hot time in bed. We don't care if we ever see you again. Isn't that right, Emily."
"Right you are."
"You girls got yourself a deal," he said. "Where do I go?"
Emily gave him directions and he pulled out from the curb.
We hadn't gone a block before I reached over, pulled his zipper down and reached in to see what treasures his pants were hiding.
"Oh, it's nice and big, even when it's soft," I said, turning to Emily.
"Good time, kid, keep working."
"Is it really ten inches?" I asked him.
"You'll see, baby. Just keep that manipulation up and you'll have it up in a minute."
'Who as a minute?' I said, leaning over, squeezing my head down between his stomach and the steering wheel, and began nibbling on the limp flesh.
In seconds it began to harden ... thicken to an unbelievable size. This stud wasn't kidding. He was telling it like it was when he'd given us the description of his tremendous, beautiful prick.
I pulled my hot lips off his cock and looked at Emily.
"He wasn't kidding. He really has what he claimed to," I said. "Take a look at this," I continued, leaning back in the seat and practically pulling Emily's body across my own.
"Hey, sugar, we got ourselves a winner this time. Let me have a crack at it, will you?"
"Sure," I said. "Change position with me."
Emily leaned forward in the seat and I slid underneath to the spot where she was. She resettled in the middle. In a second her head had disappeared down behind the steering wheel and the only sound I could hear was the driver moaning and it sounded like Emily was gargling.
"Don't use it all up, Emily," I called out, laughing, as I saw her head bobbing up and down furiously, working away on that thick piece of meat.
He was moaning so loudly now I was afraid we were going to have an accident.
"I have an idea," I chimed in, "why don't you let me drive and the both of you can get in the back seat and go to it until we get to your apartment, Emily."
In a flash, Emily's head was up in the air, smiling. "That's a good idea, Seal," she said. "Pull over," she continued, talking to our friend.
He was brewing also, and in a second he was pulling into the curb. Emily was already crawling over the back seat, getting ready for the stud.
When everybody had" repositioned themselves, I turned the ignition key on and began to pull away from the curb.
I wondered if I should tell him then that I didn't have a license ... wondered if I should tell him that this was the second time in my life that I had ever been behind a steering wheel. But I decided not to bother him. It might upset him, and Emily might not be able to get full use out of that cock of his.
And besides, then I looked in the rear view mirror, the two of them were too involved to realize what I was doing.
I pulled out into the street and began going east. Everything was fine until I hit the intersection and didn't know which way to go. I knew sixth avenue was still further east and so I just proceeded across the avenue and down.
At last I found Washington Square Park and knew right around, on the other end, was Emily's apartment. Right on Fifth Avenue.
I decided I could either go around or cut right through the park, drive around the fountain and go under the Arch. That seemed to be the fastest way, so I cut into the park.
I couldn't imagine why all those people were screaming and carrying on, but I supposed that it was because of my beauty. I'd stunned them all, to say nothing of the pigeons that I sent flying in all directions.
At last I was going under the arch and up Fifth Avenue.
At first I thought I might have a problem. All these cars were coming down at me. They were very nice, they all moved to one side and let me go up. I reached Emily's apartment building and pulled up in front of the curb.
"Okay, you two, decock," I announced. "We're here."
"By the way, what the hell is your name," I asked the guy as he sat up in the seat. "Tony," he answered.
"Hi'ya, Tony, I'm Seal, and the one who's been blowing you is Emily."
The sudden formality seemed to set him back a little, but nothing like when he looked out onto Fifth Avenue and realized we had driven the whole way in the wrong way.
"How'd you get here? You're facing the wrong direction!"
"I just drove through the park and under the arch and came right up the avenue. What's wrong with that?"
"Oh, no, you're kidding," he began, leaning back in the seat.
"No, I'm not. I never kid about things like that," I went on, smiling.
"Let's get out of the car."
"I have to move this thing, the cops would crucify me if they saw the car parked the wrong way on Fifth Avenue, next to a fire hydrant."
"Don't worry about them. We know the cops on this beat, don't we, Emily?" I said, turning in her direction and giving her a big wink. But she was too busy, playing with his prick; too busy fondling it, kissing it, hugging it.
Suddenly he sat up, pushed his cock back into his pants and got out of the car.
"Move over, Seal," he demanded, "let me straighten this mess out.
I couldn't understand what he was making such a big deal out of. We were here, and we were parked, and I didn't have an accident. That was something to be thankful for.
Emily was sitting in the back seat now, readjusting her clothing as Tony pulled out of the parking space, made a U-turn and pulled into another available space on the other side of the street.
"What are you, some kind of conformist?" I asked.
"No, I just don't want the car to be towed away."
"Okay, let's get out of here," I said. "Let's get up to the apartment."
"Okay," Emily said, leaping from the car and waiting for the two of us to join her.
The doorman held the door open for us, and as we walked by him, I gave him a little pat on the ass. He nearly had a stroke on the spot.
As soon as we were upstairs in the apartment Emily locked the door behind us and began pulling off her clothing, right there, in the foyer.
She unbuttoned her blouse, pulled it down over her arms and exposed her two perfect knockers. The tips were hard ... firm, pointed upward. Tony was already licking his lips.
"Come on, sweetheart, get comfortable, "I said, walking up to him, and beginning to unbutton his shirt.
But when I had it open, I smiled appreciatively at the heavily muscled chest that was covered with thick black hair.
I began tugging at his pants as he slid his shirt over his shoulders.
I pulled them down as he kicked his shoes off and stepped out of them. I reached up again and pulled down his underpants; pulled them all the way off. Now he stood completely naked in front of us. His body was beautiful; thick with muscle, covered with hair; all man.
Emily was already naked and I was the only one fully clothed now. I jumped to it, stripping off everything I was wearing. Emily nor I wore underclothing, so we could be out of our things in a jiffy.
Here we are, the three of us, naked ... hot ... ready for action.
"Well, don't just stand there looking stupid.
Get over here," I demanded, taking him by the hand and leading him down the hallway into the bedroom.
"Make yourself comfortable, there," I said, pointing to the bed.
He moved into the middle of the bed and pulled me along with him. His lips crushed down onto mine and my mouth opened, allowing his tongue to move in, to explore the inside of my mouth, to push itself down my throat. At the same time, Emily was moving onto the bed, moving between his spread legs and taking his hard hot cock into her mouth. She was sucking crazily, now, from tip to end. Her fingers roamed over the hard flesh of his thighs, tickling his legs as she went.
I was squirming all around, now. He was getting me hotter each second, as that tongue of his worked wonders. He'd moved it from my mouth, down along my neck and now he was sucking on my tits, taking one of the big nipples and then the other into his mouth.
Emily was groaning out loud as he began bucking his hips up and down on the mattress, filling her mouth with his stiff joint.
I looked down at Emily's bobbing head and realized she was having a real hot time of it; realized that the prick would be her territory, and I would have to get my pleasure from his mouth ... his tongue; would have to make him eat my pussy.
I decided to wait for Emily to make the first move; decided to wait until she had gone and got to riding that tool before I moved from my position before I did anything. Until then, I'd lay here passionately and let him suck my tits, feel my body, finger fuck cunt, all the while he was getting a good blow job from my sister.
I knew Emily couldn't hold out much longer, and I was right, for in a moment her head was off his prick and she was moving up between his hairy legs, positioning her cunt right over the ten inch horse cock and lowering her body down over it.
I saw the tip of his huge prick plowing open her cunt lips and slipping into her soft flesh, until finally, it disappeared and Emily was sitting on his whole tool.
He began bucking his hips up and down, slowly at first, as Emily lifted and lowered her body in response to his demands.
His finger was moving around in my cunt now, faster than ever before, and I knew he was burning hot; knew he was ready for me to straddle his chest, move up there and sit on that handsome face of his.
I pulled his hand out of my cunt and placed myself in my new position, inching slowly up along his broad torso until at last his mouth made contact and his tongue flipped out of his mouth and caught me at the entrance to my hole. His tongue moved snake-like, in and out, as he licked at the walls, licked at my clitoris. His hands reached up and he grabbed hold of my melons, squeezing them ... massaging them, as his tongue worked faster on my cunt.
I reached down and tangled my fingers into his hair and pulled him up even tighter against me, wiggling my own body down onto his face even harder. It was beautiful ... fantastic pleasure and I was savoring every second of it, enjoying every moment that his tongue was doing its magic up tight in my hole.
Judging from the moans coming from behind me, Emily was having as good a time as I was, and certainly our stud friend was enjoying himself, having two beautiful women at his disposal-having the two of us work on his body at the same time, giving him pleasure in different ways.
"Come on, hump me good," I heard Emily's voice behind me. "Give me that big prick, baby, let me groove on it."
Her own words triggered a chain reaction in my own body and I began grinding my pussy down onto his stiff tongue.
"Whoopie!" I yelled, "This is just too grand. Much too, too good for words," I said, spreading my beautiful thighs very wide so that he could get his nose up there too.
I don't know if you've ever had a nose job before, but it is delicious and, of course, only if you have a nice clean cunt. Because if you don't, he can't stand the smell to give you the nose job. But if you do, he'll really go crazy. He'll reach up and grab your tits and squeeze and bang and fuck like silly. And if your sister happens to be sitting on this stud's prick, well then, you should really get him very hot ... if you and your sister really like each other. But you know how it was with Emily and I. We just simply adored each other and were really looking after each other's best welfare. So when I began going crazy and getting this stud real hot and real bothered, she really got it too. His hips were flying up in the air and she was taking every single fraction of an inch of that ten inches and lovin it. Her lips were just drooling from pleasure and her big tits bounced up and down with each movement that she made.
My tits would bounce, too, except his big hands were covering them, squeezing them, massaging them, and really giving me a good feel job.
I really was in the mood for some hot cock, so I looked over my shoulder. "Hey, Emmy," I said, "How about switching roles for a little bit. I really would like a piece of that cock, too."
"Of course you can. You know we share everything," she answered, demounting and moving up along the bed.
In a jiff I was up in the air and I pulled my snatch away from his tongue which was still sticking out of his mouth. Needless to say, Emily took my place and slid down onto his face and filled her cunt with that stiff tongue of his. I was down between his legs now, admiring his beautiful cock; looking at those beautiful balls hanging down between his thighs.
In a moment of madness I jumped up in the air and fell down, filling myself with cock, stuffing my cunt full of that beautiful, hard muscle standing between his legs.
"C'mon baby, give me a ride!" I cried out. "Give me that beautiful cock of yours!"
At the same time, Emily started crying out her own obscenities: "Eat me, cunt sucker! Give that pussy a twirl," Emily cried out in her own passion.
Three of us were going hot and heavy now. Everybody was bouncing up and down in different directions. Everybody was enjoying themselves. Everybody moaning and groaning and getting a good fuck in one way or another.
"Oh, you beautiful man," I cried out. "Lovely hunk meat, flesh and cock, give it to me. I want it! Everything you have. Inch by inch. "I screamed as I lost myself somewhere in the carnal ecstasy.
I decided right then on the spot I wanted to be ass fucked, and so I pulled my cunt from his huge burning rod and ran frantically into Emily's bathroom and began searching wildly for the vaseline.
"Oh, fuck!" I cried. "She must have some here, somewhere," I said aloud as I pulled things from her medicine cabinet.
Then suddenly my eyes landed on a jar of hair tonic that one of her chicks must have left in the apartment, and I grabbed it and ran back to the bedroom.
Emily and Tony were going at it like crazy. His hands were up on her tits, kneading the soft flesh as he lifted and lowered her onto his waiting tongue.
His body tensed slightly as I again landed on the bed and began to spread the slippery tonic all over his tool.
When I finished, I raised myself up high and put his rod in my hand, positioned it under my ass hole, and sank heavily down on it. I began to churn. He was almost ready to shoot, and I was trying to catch up, desperately.
I let my finger reach down along my leg and go into my cunt and began moving it in and out with jet speed as I moved up and down along the length of that prick of his, tightening my ass muscles so as to give him a real thrill.
Our bodies were glistening with perspiration now, as our flesh strained and pounded at each other. It was like some weird ritual.
Tony's body looked like some sort of wild snake as his hips moved up, his head moved back, and visa versa. Over and over, to thrill the two of us; to give Emily and I want we wanted.
I opened my legs wider now and began taking longer strokes so that he would really know he was getting fucked. It's one thing to lie there and be passive; one thing to take a couple of inches at a time. But when you want to give him some real thrills, you take it from the cock head, right down to the pubic hair. Over and over, until you've got that stud so out of his mind, he'd do anything you wanted. Until you have him ready to fuck a coconut; that's the way I like my men: ready to fuck coconuts. If you get him to that point, you have the whole game won. They'll never be pleased with anyone else; never be able to be satisfied with another hump. I was sure that by the time Emily and I finished with him, he'd be ready to go home, divorce his wife and move in. We would like that, but, as you know, it would have cramped our style, and there was no room in our schedule for style cramping. We wanted to get as many men as often as possible, and no man alive could ever please either of us permanently. We had agreed on that, and no matter what happened, we would stick to it.
It was tough, at times like this, when there was a big cock sticking up your twat or in your mouth, or in your hole somewhere to keep to that agreement. After all, ten inches is ten inches, but my loyalty to my sister was even stronger.
United we'd fuck; divided we'd finger fuck!
There was too much fun to be had on the open market. Too many good times, too many bed partners available to all lose one chicken in the sea.
This stud was really going at it; really having himself a hot time. A great big ball. Something he could remember for a long time, and he'd have to, because once you've had Emily and Seal, you remember it.
His prick was expanding even inside my ass hole and I tightened my muscles as hard as I could, as I heard Emily moaning, gasping for air and wiggling her pussy. "I'm coming," she screamed, "I'm coming! Eat that pussy. Stick that tongue up there. Wiggle it, move it, let me know you're in there," she gasped as her head fell back.
I began pounding furiously, began practically jumping up and down on his cock, and at least the two of us were coming. The two of us juicing each other and loving every second of it.
That's just the beginning; just the way it started on my eighteenth birthday. As you read on, you'll get to know the two of us much better.
CHAPTER TWO
Seal and I always have a fantastic time whenever we do anything. The most simple and seemingly innocent little trips can turn out and end up in wild flaming orgies. Somehow we always manage to get involved without even trying. For example, there was the day that we decided to get some culture and go to the museum.
What could be more respectable and innocent than a trip to the museum? We dressed ourselves stylishly, and even wore hats for the occasion. This week our hair was a nice shade of light brown. We always wore our hair dyed to match. With our sparkling blue eyes and our blushing pink cheeks, we trotted into the art museum, hand in hand, all intent on absorbing a whole mass of culture and refinement.
We passed from exhibit to exhibit and finally came to stop in front of a huge statue of a nude man. It was so life-like, except that it was on a larger scale than the average human. It must have been about eight feet tall and with everything else in proportion. In a second both Seal and I were staring sharply at the huge dong hanging down between his legs. It was too inviting to resist. The smooth, creamy white marble had been made to be so realistic that I thought all I had to do was give it a fast lick and it would bounce to attention.
"I've got to touch it," Seal chimed.
"Me too," I said, looking around, making sure the coast was clear.
It was, and I watched Seal step over the velvet cord and approach the statue. She stooped and brought her lips in close proximity to the marble prick.
"Be careful, Seal, that you don't break your teeth," I shouted, as she began to lick at the cold stiff prick.
In the meantime I walked around to the back of the statue and ran my hand over the smooth curve of his ass., Slowly I traced a path with my finger down the crack and between his crotch. It was marvelous and I found myself being turned on by a chunk of marble.
"I've got him all warmed up for you," Seal laughed. "Give him a try!"
I walked around to the face of the statue again and stooped down, taking Apollo's prick into my mouth. It was true, she had it warmed up and moist! But it still wasn't as good as the real thing. It was too hard to give me the pleasure I needed. I ran my hands up over his stomach and muscular chest and down his arms.
"Chickie, someone's coming!" Seal warned.
I looked back and jumped over the velvet rope, standing there with saliva trickling out the side of my mouth and trying to look absorbed in this mastery of art. A young married couple moved up next to us and began to stare at the statue, also. Seal started to chuckle when she saw the young woman staring at the moist prick on the statue.
"Look, Alfred, they must clean these statues pretty often. This one's still a little wet,' she said, staring at the prick.
Seal broke into peals of laughter, and in a second we found ourselves tearing down the hall, hiking our skirts a little higher so that we could get away a little faster.
Leave it to Seal to lead us into the men's room!
"What could I do, Emily, there was no sign on the door!" she said, leaning against a urinal.
"Well, it's just a good thing it's not being used."
The words were no sooner out of my mouth than we heard the outside door creaking open and the two of us darted into the end toilet, closing the door and perching ourselves precariously on the toilet seat, our high heels wobbling. We strained our eyes, peeking out between the crack made by the door and wall. We had a perfect view of the urinal. A handsome museum guard walked over, unzipped his fly and produced a long salami. In a second he was shooting out a long yellow stream of urine. Seal looked up at me and began to snicker quietly under her breath. When I licked my lips at the sight we were watching, she broke into chuckles of laughter.
The museum guard turned around in our direction and headed towards us.
"The jig's up, Emily," Seal said, breaking into uncontrollable sobs of laughter and parking her ass upon the toilet seat.
I opened the door and we greeted the museum guard with a round of laughter. The surprise on his face was unbelievable, and he stood there, paralyzed ... shocked!
His fly was still open. I took advantage of his momentary immobility and reached in, fumbling for that delicious morsel that I had seen a few moments before. By the time he had regained his composure, he was standing there with his huge prick hanging softly out of his pants.
"What's going on here!" he said, his eyes registering disbelief.
"It's not what's going on, it's what's coming off," I said, reaching for his pants buckle. Before he could stop me, Seal's fast, expert motions had enabled her to wrap her sensitive lips around his manhood and with a couple flicks of her tongue she had him hard and stiff.
As Seal fell to her knees in front of him, working fanatically on his hard meat, I stood up on the toilet seat, hiking my skirt well up above my hips. I wasn't wearing any panties.
Seal and I both decided it was much easier and faster to get busy without panties. I hiked my skirt above my hips revealing to him my womanly pride. In a second I had put my hands around his head and was pulling his handsome face over until he made contact with my quivering pussy.
Apparently he felt the whole thing quite exciting because his tongue began to lap at my sensitive cunt lips, waking them up and bringing them to life. When I looked down, all I could see was head and shoulders, but I was aware of Seal's maddening efforts on his delicious looking hard-on.
I could tell that she had really gotten to him because his tongue now pushed deeply into my twat, stimulating the walls of my vulva and flicking at the lips of my clitoris, shooting sparks of passion throughout my body. I felt my nipples harden and my heart pounding rapidly within my breast.
I heard Seal begin to choke on his rod and I called down to her, "Be careful, kid, don't be greedy and take too much." But in a second, I was too far wound up in my own pleasures to pay too much attention to this guy or anything else that was going on. All I knew, all I felt was his burning tongue plunging in and out of my ultrasensitive twat. My pussy was really getting a workout, and it couldn't hold out much longer. I felt the fires of passion burning outrageously hot and then with violent jerks, my body released the liquid treasure, spilling down the length of my love canal and squelching the fires, putting out the flame. It was a good start for the day.
I felt myself letting out a long moan and tapped Seal with the tip of my shoe so she would know that I had come. She got the message immediately and pushed him back. He was so hot now that he couldn't stand the thought of not coming. He reached for his prick and Seal gave him a smack on his hand. "Oh, no you don't. I've got other plans for you," she said. I started to laugh and slipped. My foot splashed into the toilet.
"Goddamn fucking sonofabitch," I screamed. "I knew I should have put that lid down!" Fortunately, though, the toilet was empty, but it sent a good wave of water splashing into the crotch of his pants that were down around his ankles. He looked at me disapprovingly, but didn't dare say anything, standing there, all hot and bothered, with an aching, throbbing prick.
When Seal got over her fit of laughter, she let him out of the booth and sat with her legs spread on one of the sinks. It was the perfect height, and she pointed at her twat when she hiked her skirt back up to her hips. "Just glide that thing right in here," she said, and she pulled him to her. It was a perfect fit. The head of his cock rested between Seal's sensitive cunt lips. She edged him even closer, and the tip of his prick disappeared between them. I went over and stood against the door to make sure they weren't bothered.
I saw Seal begin to shiver with the pleasure of his penetration.
"Slide it in, man," she screamed. "Nice and slowly. I want to feel every inch."
He moaned approval and moved closer, stuffing his enormous rod deep into her.
"That's it, nice and slow," she managed to utter, and then became lost in a violent movement, jerking him rapidly to her and forcing the entire length of his prick into her quivering pussy. The passion and pleasure had been too much for her to be patient. She had to have him all the way in her, all at once.
Within a moment the two of them began the sexual dance. His hips ground, pumping her luscious slit full with each plunge.
Somehow she brought her legs around and wrapped them behind his back, digging her heels into his buttocks. This way Seal was able to control his movement. She could regulate the speed and intensity of his plunges and when she felt as if she was going to explode, she could either hold him firmly into her and prolong the sexual pleasure, or move him rapidly, in and out of her, bring it on faster and more violently.
I could tell by the way he was moving that he was pretty close, and I also could see that Seal still had a way to go before she would be satisfied.
His body began to grow rigid and tremble and he reached over and grabbed Seal's shoulders.
"I'm coming," he screamed, and his body shook in violent convulsions as he shot out his hot load into my sweet little sister's box. But Seal wasn't satisfied, and she wasn't the kind of girl to let him off before he made her come. Her legs continued to tug him hard against her; his prick still stiff, still stuffing her with his manly shaft. She began to feel her body releasing its juices, and her legs moved even more urgently until she exploded in a frenzy of sighs and moans. Her legs released their tenuous hold on the museum guard and he sunk to his knees, completely exhausted by his ordeal with the maddened girls.
Seal on the other hand, seemed more renewed, more invigorated, vivacious. She hopped off the sink, adjusted her skirt and tapped at her hair, making sure that she looked her always lovely self.
"Well, I guess that's enough for this guy, Emily. What do you think?"
"I think you're right, Seal. He won't be ready for action again for a day or two. I hope he doesn't have a wife."
"Ooh, I hope not," she cooed. "Just look at that shriveled up prick. He won't be able to get it up for some time. Well, that's the wages of adultery!"
"Let's get out of here, Seal. I hate men's rooms. Besides, we still have a whole museum we have to look at, and Lord knows what we're going to find in a place like this."
A few minutes later we were walking down the huge halls again, taking in and enjoying a painting, every so often, only when it would appeal to us. And the only time it would appeal to us, really got to us, was when the subject was some kind of nude, mostly men. When we looked at paintings of nude women, we couldn't help comparing them to ourselves. And, believe me, they always came up on the short side. We were pretty good looking heads, and we knew it.
While I was standing in one of the small rooms that had about fifteen paintings displayed on the walls around me, I felt a man's hand brush against the back of my ass. I didn't turn around. I didn't have to. I know a man's hand when I feel one. There had been enough of them feeling up my ass.
I glanced over my shoulder and caught his eyes, stilling staring at me. He was a good looking piece and in a flash of the imagination, I saw Seal and I bouncing off into bed with him, positive that the two of us could send him on a trip better than anything he could experience with acid or "LSD", or anything like that.
Then I noticed that he had a friend with him; younger and better looking, and I thought to myself, "That's really Seal's speed, and I can't let these two get away before she gets back from the ladies room. And since I can't follow them around, because this is where we were to meet, I had better do something right now." I marched straight over to the handsome guy that had given my ass the quick feel and pulled out one of my long, tapered colored cigarettes.
"Do you have a light," I asked, in my sultry bedroom voice.
"Sure thing," he answered, fumbling in his pocket looking for a match.
This gave me a clear field. There was nothing to keep me from giving his prick a little tweak through his pants, and that's exactly what I did. He dropped the matches, there, right onto the floor and I kicked them aside, still tweaking his manly handful in his pants.
"Silly boy, don't you know you can't smoke in a museum?" I laughed.
"Then why'd you ask me for a light?"
"It's just a way of getting to meet someone, and it sure beats giving someone a sneaky feel."
I then turned to his younger companion and began appraising him. He certainly was Seal's type, alright. His white, smooth skin, brown eyes and dark brown hair were just her meat, and I was sure he had the meat swinging between his legs to make the whole thing perfect for her. "And what's your name?" I said, addressing him, and letting my eyes fall, purposely, to the bulge between his legs.
"Chris," he answered, nervously.
"Well Chris, you just wait until you see my sister, Seal. You wouldn't believe her beautiful shape, big tits and her swivelly little hips. You'll really frig on her, and your father, here, will be taken care of by yours truly. My name's Emily, by the way." And I finally took my hand from the older man's crotch. By now, he had some hard-on pushing against his pants.
It wasn't really that he was an older man. He must have been around thirty, thirty-one, but in comparison to Seal and I, and to Chris, he was older, but still, a tasty morsel.
"I'm Bernie Woods," he said, reaching over and patting my right tit.
"Nice to meet you, Bernie. And I hope to get to know you a lot better." And I winked. "And the same goes for your friend, Chris." And I moved over and reached for Chris's family jewels.
That was a real shocker! There, still soft in his pants, hanging down the left leg, was the largest piece of meat I had come across so far. And believe me, I've come across plenty. It seemed to be so thick and long that I wanted to whip it out right there to make sure it was real, and not some come-on that he had stuffed there just to attract attention.
"Oh, here comes my sister, Seal, now. Notice the way she swishes that ass of hers and bounces those tits. That's perfection. It really took some practice on her part to get her tits to bounce up just when her hips hit each side. Perfect motion. You should see her when she walks past a coast guard station, or something. She really drives the men wild."
"Emily, what have we here? Have you found some new friends?"
"Sure have. I'd like you to meet Chris and Bernie. Chris ... Bernie ... this is my sister Seal."
"Nice to meet you," she said in her sultry voice, and then added, "well, what will it be, your place or ours?"
I thought that Chris was going to pass out right there on the floor. His eyes bulged and his mouth hung open in disbelief. And Seal added the final touch:
"Did you check out their meat yet, honey?" she said, addressing me.
"Sure did. Check Bernie first; he's pretty good." She reached out and felt Bernie's crotch.
"Mmm, not bad," she muttered, and then turned to Chris.
"Are you serious?" she said, running her hand down the length of his softened meat. "Why, Emily, it must hang almost to his knee! Christ! We haven't had anything like this yet, have we? Listen buster, you're going to stick that thing you got there in both Emily and my mouth, twat and ass hole. That's too good, and we'll never know when we'll come across anything like that again. Be sure to get his phone number, Em."
"Will do. Now let's get out of here."
A few minutes later, the four of us had piled into Bernie's little sports car. The roof was down, but that didn't matter. I was sitting next to Bernie, and there Seal was, in the tiny back seat, sitting practically on Chris's lap. She reached down, unzippering his fly and fished in, pulling out his huge pecker. She couldn't believe the size of it. The head looked like a tennis ball, in size. "I don't know if I can wait until we get home to get that into me," she said, and positioned herself so that she could taste it. But it was too big, she couldn't get the whole thing in her mouth; just the head of it stuffed her. "Delicious," she cooed, and tried to stick her tongue down his pee hole. And now, for the first time, she knew where the expression, "Hole in the Head," came from.
She pulled her mouth off the unbelievably large prick and smiled at me.
"When you find 'em, you really find 'em, don't you?"
"I do my best. I'm sure you'll keep your eye open for my dream man."
"Sure will," she answered me and looked appreciatively at her work again.
"You've got the biggest dick I've ever seen in my whole life," she went on. By this time, Chris was already warming up. He wasn't quite so passive any longer, and he was smiling at her. And he was hot and ready for some action.
"How can we arrange a little fuck," Seal asked, intimately.
"As soon as we get to the apartment," Chris answered. And Bernie looked disapprovingly over his shoulder at Seal.
"Who the hell can wait so long? There must be some way of getting that big dick up into my twat on the way home. There's gotta be a way! I don't think I'll make it, otherwise. I might just faint from expectation."
"I got it," she said, practically leaping out of the car. "Move over into the middle of the seat," she ordered, and Chris obeyed. "Hold that straight up so I can position myself on it," she said, grabbing her skirt, pulling it away from her body.
The next second she was falling down onto the seat, onto Chris and onto his prick. Her skirt covered his lap, and judging from the long, low moan that came from her lips, I knew contact was made. I knew that that hot salami was sticking up in her twat where she wanted it. And Seal was having a ball for herself as she moved up and down on his lap.
"I wish you could grab hold of my knockers," she said, as the car moved through the city traffic.
"What the hell are you two doing back there?" Bernie demanded.
'We're fucking," Seal said, with a satisfied smirk on her face. I knew at that moment the two of them weren't going to get along. I knew that the two of them didn't care for each other. I knew that there was going to be some trouble.
"I don't like this. I don't like this kind of action at all," he went on. "Especially not in my car during broad daylight," he snapped, pulling over to the curb and turning around to look at the fucking couple in the back seat.
"Aw, don't be such a party poop," Seal said. "No one can see what we're doing. It looks like I'm sitting on this guy's lap, that's all."
"Well that guy happens to be my lover," he said, smiling viciously.
"Your lover," Seal snapped. "Right now, he's my lover, baby, no matter what you say."
"Well, Chris, what is it?"
"Oh, man, this is too good to give up," he moaned.
"Well, in that case, all of you had better get your asses out of my car!"
"I paid for half of it," Chris chimed in.
"Well, tough shit! I don't want that kind of activity going on!"
I knew it was time for Emily Mann to take some action. I knew it was time for me to get involved in this little gripe. I needed a man, but not so badly that I had to put up with this. I could find another one anywhere along the road.
"Well, if that's the way you feel about it, Buster," I said, reaching across the short distance of the car, jerking the door open, and with one swift kick sent him out on to the sidewalk. I quickly slid behind the wheel and drove away before he knew what hit him.
"That's the way you handle these things, sweetie," Seal said. "I knew I could depend on you."
"Okay kids, keep fucking and have yourself a good time. I have to find myself another man."
As Emily drove the car Chris and I continued our fuck.
My pussy felt like it would burst; felt like it was being stuffed fuller than it had ever been in my life and I could hardly wait to get this cunt stretcher in bed with me. Could hardly wait for him to spread my legs wide and throw them up over his shoulders where my pussy would be completely open ... vulnerable to his savage attack. Now that Bernie was out of the car, he was turning into a real man; turning into the kind of man who knew what he wanted from a girl; knew how to treat a pussy right; knew how to give it a lot of cock action, and I knew that the two of us would have a real swinging time.
I felt like I was in pussy heaven, somewhere; felt like the whole world was gone from around me and there was nothing left except Chris's big prick. Chris's big muscle. Chris's hot flesh burning my own.
"How's it feel, sugar?" I asked.
"Aw, great, baby," he moaned.
"Better than Bernie's ass hole?"
"You know it," he cried.
"Glad you're enjoying it."
"I'm enjoying it more than you'll ever know, he answered, and gave me an upward stroke that nearly sent me flying out of the car.
He had a cock that could satisfy an elephant. A prick that was made for fucking. He was a woman's man and I couldn't imagine how Bernie had ever taken all of him up his ass; couldn't imagine anything but a nice good, stretched pussy being able to give him the kind of pleasure he deserved.
And I planned to give him the hottest time he'd ever known; planned to spread my legs as wide as I could and give him the best kind of fucking I knew how. I planned on sucking that cock of his dry. I planned on licking those balls; taking them into my mouth and giving him a rim job he'd never forget.
I'd show him the kind of action a man like himself could really have. He didn't need Bernie, or anybody like him.
My pussy was shooting rockets through every part of my body, now, and I knew I was going to cream, knew I was going to let my dam run over in his lap in another second.
"Hold it, baby," I moaned. "Keep it slow. That cock has me out of my mind. I'm ready to come."
"So am I!" he screamed. "Hang on!" he wept as he wrapped his arms around my waist and began fucking like a bunny, shooting that cock up into me with jet force. And the two of us, together, moaned, groaned and ground against each other as we spent and found mutual satisfaction and release.
Emily had pulled up for a red light and was flirting with some guy standing on the corner. When he began walking across the street, she opened her blouse quickly and pulled out her right tit, exposing it to this guy. He could hardly take his eyes off it; could hardly make his feet move in front of him. When he was almost to the corner, Emily smiled her sexiest smile.
CHAPTER THREE
Emily and I usually did everything together. Wherever one of us was, the other wouldn't be far away. But this one particular evening, Emily had a hot date, and when she was getting ready to leave, I decided I wasn't in the mood to go with her. I thought I'd just hang around the apartment, hop into a nice bath and soak for awhile. And maybe, then just loaf around and perhaps have a night of leisure. But I should have known better. My pussy wouldn't tolerate anything like that.
She hadn't been gone for more than a half hour when I started to get that nervous twitch that sort of let me know my cunt was unhappy and wanted someone to play with-something nice and hard and stiff to fill it and give me the satisfaction I wanted.
I went over to the telephone table and began flipping through the pages to see who I was in the mood for tonight. But the fact is that I wanted an adventure, somebody new. A new cock. Anew action. A new way of fucking.
I remembered that Emily had brought home a couple of village papers and the other night we were sitting there reading some of the advertisements in them. I decided I'd look it up again and give a few of the people a call and see what they had to offer.
I fished the paper out from the magazine rack and turned to the classified and began thumbing through it.
"Hot man, looking for a big titted woman to have a little cock-cunt action. Handsome. Young. Virile. And ready to fuck. All interested parties call." And a telephone number.
I started to dial the number but decided that wasn't good enough. After all, there were pages of these things.
I lit up a cigarette and began looking for another one. Who knows, before the night was over I could even line up two or three of them.
Then suddenly my finger stopped, half way down the second column.
That was it! I circled the number and picked up the phone. Dialed it and settled back in my chair waiting for him to answer.
"Hello," came the thick male voice on the other end of the line.
"Hi, baby, how are you " I cooed back at him.
"I'm fine, how are you?"
"Swinging," I answered him. "Looking for some real happy action."
"Well, you called the right place," he answered me, sounding confident.
"I hope so."
"Satisfaction guaranteed."
"Well, we'll see about that when we get together."
"Okay, why don't you tell me a little bit about yourself?"
"What would you like to know?"
"Size, height, weight, general appearance, what'cha dig."
"Where would you like me to start?"
"How about size?"
"What size? How much can I take or how big am I?"
"How tall are you?"
"I'm five, four."
"What color hair do you have?"
"This week its blond and below my shoulders."
"What are your measurements?" Thirty-six, twenty-two, thirty-six; how's that?"
"That sounds pretty good to me."
"How about a little information about yourself," I asked.
"And what would you like to know?"
"Size?"
"Five-eleven and one-half."
"Not height, baby, size."
"Enough to please you."
"What's enough?"
"Try nine and one-half."
"I've had better, but it'll do."
"What else d'ya want to know?"
"Tell me about yourself. What do you look like?"
"Well, he said, I'm five eleven and one-half. I have black hair, big muscles, big cock, and I'm a hot Italian lover. How's that sound?"
"What's your address?"
"I'll give you that when I see you. But for now, I'll meet you on the corner of St. Marks and Third in half an hour. How's that?"
"That's fine with me. You'll know me by my big tits. How'll I know you?"
"You'll know me by my big cock hanging down between my legs."
"You've got yourself a deal."
"Okay, see you in half an hour," he said.
"Wait a minute. Before you hang up, what's your name?"
"Joe, what's yours?"
"Seal," I said, smiling now, knowing I was going to get a good fuck for myself.
"Okay, Seal, see you there."
"Right." I answered, and let the phone fall into its cradle again.
I looked at my watch and saw that it was seven o'clock. If I met him by seven-thirty, we'd get back to his apartment by eight, and I'd be ready for my next appointment by ten. So I casually picked up the paper again and began looking for a second advertisement.
"Hot, savage, male, twelve inches, ready to please any woman. Ready to play the game any way you want. I am domineering and hot."
That sounded like a good number to me. I picked the phone up and dialed it.
"Hello," I said as soon as I heard the phone being picked up.
"Hello."
"My name is Seal. I'm calling about your advertisement in the paper."
"Hello, baby. Ikn busy right now. Can you call me back in a half hour or so?"
"No, I can't. But I guarantee you, you'll have a lot more fun than whoever you're with right now."
"You sound like my kind of chick."
"I am."
"How do'ya know?"
"I'm every guy's kind of chick."
"What do you have to offer?"
"Thirty-six, twenty-two, thirty-six, a happy cock-crazy cunt and big tits, a beautiful face and a crazy personality. I dig everything and anything in bed. How's that for starters?"
"That's better than anything I've heard so far."
"When are you available?"
"Ten o'clock tonight. How about you?"
"I'll make myself available."
"You'd better get rid of that bitch you're with now, or else I'm afraid you won't be able to satisfy me, no matter how hot and savage you are."
"I can satisfy every broad who comes my way."
"That's what you think. You haven't met Seal, yet. You haven't met the girl who's a match for any man."
"You really sound hot, baby. You sound like you know what you're talking about."
"I never talk unless I do."
"Okay, what time do you want to come over?"
"Ten o'clock," I said.
"Okay," he answered, and gave me the address. "See you then."
"You got yourself a deal," I answered, and let the phone fall into the cradle a second time. My entire evening was planned. Now all I had to do was get ready.
I marched into the bathroom and took a quick bath. I didn't soak, but I used half a bottle of a very expensive bath oil. My body smelled like a French whore's when I was finished.
I powdered my skin expertly when I had finished my bath, giving special care to my tit nipples and my crotch.
I sat down in front of the dressing table, nude, and began putting my hair high onto my head, giving the allusion of a Grecian Goddess. I applied my make-up expertly, and if that first stud ruined it, I'd kill 'em. His interest should be in my twat, not with my face, I decided as I applied the last brush stroke of liner and began to paint my lips a pale pink.
I got up from the table when I had finished, and moved to my closet, pulling out a pair of skin-tight, white, slacks that emphasized every curve ... every crack. It was as if I was wearing nothing.
I pulled a silk, baby-blue, blouse, cut low in the front out of the closet and put it over my bare skin, stepped into a pair of sandles, took my wallet and keys and was off to meet my first humper of the evening.
Joe wasn't kidding. I could tell who he was by his big meat hanging between his legs. He liked to play my game: no underwear, and it behooved the two of us.
I saw him long before he spotted me, and I took the time to give him a once-over, taking in every detail of his body ... his face. He was really some man, really some hunk, and I wondered why he'd advertised at all. He shouldn't have any trouble getting anyone he wanted.
I crossed the street, affecting my most pleasant and feminine smile and walked directly up to him. He was looking in the other direction and didn't see me coming.
"Hi, baby," I said, tapping him on the shoulder.
He spun around in my direction and smiled broadly, exposing a perfect set of white teeth.
"Hi, there," he answered, his tone seductive; his eyes taking in every inch of my body.
"Sorry I'm late," I said, looking at my watch. I got a little bit tied up in the bath tub."
"That's alright. I'd wait two hours for something like you."
"Well, you don't have to wait any longer. I'm here. What do you say, we go back to your place?"
"That's fine with me."
"Where do you live, Joe?"
"Right down here." he said, pointing down the avenue.
"Okay, we're off," I said, taking his arm, appraising the heavy muscle I felt, and strolling down Third Avenue.
We had walked a couple of blocks, talking about what we enjoyed. Talking about how we'd like to fuck. Talking about how much fun it was when two people like ourselves, uninhibited and groovy, got together.
I was glad I had decided to call these numbers. It could really prove to be an experience unto itself, and boy, would I have plenty to tell Emily when she got home tonight.
He unlocked a downstairs door and we walked into an apartment building, walked up three flights of stairs and into his apartment. It was a small, two room job, and messy as hell. Just the way a man would be expected to keep an apartment.
But I wasn't the mother type. I wasn't about to start straightening things up. I wasn't interested in embarrassing this guy with my domestic abilities, only with my fucking action.
I looked around until I saw what I was looking for: the bed, and moved in its direction, unbuttoning my blouse as I went.
By the time I reached the foot of the bed, my whole front was open and I was slipping it down off my shoulders. I threw it carelessly onto a chair and felt Joe step up behind me, put his hands on my shoulders and rub his big cock that was already stiff, hard as a board, against my rear end.
His lips came down on the back of my neck as his hands encircled my body and began squeezing my tits, massaging them, touching the nipples that were already coming to attention.
The two of us stood there for a moment or two, swaying back and forth. I leaned back against his hardened body and shook with pleasure at the feel of all that hard flesh and that big cock that would soon be mine.
Joe's hands moved down over my stomach until he got to the top of my slacks and he pulled the snaps open and began sliding them down my legs. I stepped out of my sandles as he got my pants about half way down my thigh.
He came to a kneeling position and began kissing my ass cheeks. When I'd stepped out of my slacks, he spread my legs wide and began tonguing my hot hole. He began licking at my clitoris, began sucking on the flesh between my legs.
His hands moved up and down my legs as his tongue drove me crazy and got me hotter with each second that passed.
"Come'on, baby, get those clothes off so we can have a good time," I moaned as I felt his tongue slide into my crack even further.
"Umm humm," was his only reply as he concentrated on his work; enjoyed what he was doing.
I stepped away from him and turned to face him, tugging on his arm, pulling him upward and unbuttoning his shirt. I figured one of us had better get the show on the road, and it wasn't going to be him.
As the buttons opened and I saw the thick, dark, hair and the brawny hard chest, my heart pounded even faster. Another one. I had struck it rich. He was my type: all male.
I wondered what it would be like, rolling around in bed with him. Wondered what it would be like having that big prick of his up my hole, where it belonged.
His own hands began assisting me, now, and as he pulled his shirt from his body, I began tugging at the belt of his trousers. By the time I opened it, his own hands replaced mine and he was stepping out of his clothing, eagerly, now. His big, old cock came into view as he pulled his pants down, and I nearly gasped. It wasn't that it was so long. Like he said, about nine and a half inches, but it was as thick as a baseball bat!
He reminded me a little bit of Chris, but Chris had the length to go with it. Chris had the most beautiful prick I had ever seen; the most beautiful body, and, as it turned out, the most beautiful personality. But I had promised myself, I wouldn't think about Chris; wouldn't think about him, ever again. I'd promised Emily, as well, and now I had to forget him. Now I had to think about Joe. He was the stud I was with now. He was the guy who was going to give me the fucking I wanted.
I casually moved away from Joe and positioned myself in the middle of the bed. I spread my legs wide apart, waited for him to finish undressing and come to me. When he did, he laid down flat, crushing my great big tits against his hairy chest. He began grinding his meat into my belly, grinding our groins together, as his hands slipped up and down the sides of my body.
One hand reached up, took my neck and held me steady as his lips came down on them. My own parted and I took his tongue eagerly between them and began sucking on it as if it were a cock. He moved it in and out of my mouth and I began undulating my own form against his, wildly. I wanted to feel that pussy stretcher up tight in my hole. I wanted to feel contact completely made. Wanted to have him ravish my body. Wanted him to be savage. Wanted him to be a man, make him make me forget Chris.
When he lifted himself up on my body and positioned that baseball bat of his between my legs, I thought maybe he might be going on the right road, making me forget, not only Chris, but everything else.
"Come on, baby, cunt hump me. Give it to me. Fuck me good. I want everything you have and I want it now," I demanded, opening my legs wider, bringing them up around his back. "Come on, give that cunt a working over that it'll never forget," I screamed.
"Oh, you're a hot little bitch. I'm going to fuck you silly ... gonna give you this cock till you scream. I'm gonna fuck that hole until you bleed. You're gonna think I'm busting your cherry all over.
"Give it to me," I screamed again. "Give it to me. Give it to me. Fuck me good."
His cock was moving in between my spread legs now; was moving in fast, hard and furious. It was so good I cried. So very good, I enjoyed it, I loved it; I wanted it forever. I wanted to lay here with my legs wide apart and let him drill me full of hot cock until my pussy fell off.
"Okay, stud! Let's see what you can really do. Let's speed it up a little," I said, banging my hips upward, throwing them against him, taking each violent plunge he made Tike the woman I was.
My cunt felt like it was being stretched to the breaking point. Stretched to the point of almost splitting, but I didn't care. I was only interested in being humped, and giving a good one.
"You're a hot fuck! You're the best cunt I've ever been in!"
"And it's not over yet, sweetheart," I cried. "By the time you finish with me, you're gonna know that that prick of yours has been really fucked. You're gonna know that that cock has been up into the best, tightest, juciest cunt it could ever find."
"I know it now."
He began ripping into my flesh, pounding away like crazy. His body nearly knocked the wind out of me with each downward plunge. He continued to fill my hole over and over, until the whole world seemed like it was a blur and the only thing I felt was the sensation rushing from my box throughout my whole body.
"I'm gonna come?' he screamed. "I'm gonna shoot!"
"No," I begged. "Not now. Don't do it!"
"I can't hold it. I'm gonna shoot, gonna fill your cunt full of cream. I'm gonna give you a load that will wash out your insides."
"No," I screamed again, and began beating on his shoulders until finally I thrust my body upward so violently that he rolled over onto the mattress.
I grabbed hold of his prick to make sure he hadn't shot, and when I saw he hadn't, I began kissing his chest, letting my lips trail down around his balls and then moved to lay next to him. "That was a close one, sugar," I said. "You almost shot. What would I have done, then?"
"Don't worry. I would have gotten it up for you in a minute."
"I want us both to come together. I want us both to have the same intensity as we did before."
"I could come ten times a night with a piece of ass like you."
"Why don't we just lay here, nice and quiet-like, until you're ready again?"
"I have a better idea," he said, slipping down along the mattress, pulling my legs apart and burying his head down in my hot, moist crotch.
"That's it," I moaned down, as I felt his tongue jabbing around in my cunt; felt his mouth clamped onto my pussy and felt the sensations beginning to race around again.
"Eat me, you fuckin bastard! Eat that pussy silly," I screamed at him, out of control, as my fingers tangled in his curly hair. I began undulating my body on the bed, digging my hips into the mattress and began thrusting my pussy up into the air to meet his hungry mouth.
His tongue was moving in and out as fast as an express train, licking all over, sucking clitoris as he went. His teeth dug gently into my flesh, and I enjoyed the feeling immensely.
But then suddenly he pulled his mouth away and began crawling up along side of me again. "Spread those legs, bitch. Let me get in there again," he demanded, as he held his thick rod in his hand, pointing it down toward my pussy.
I opened my legs as wide as I could, throwing my ankles off the sides of the bed and arching my back upward to let him plug me with his cock; let him fill me full, let him plow open my pussy lips, spread my cunt.
I felt the tip of his head enter, I felt it scraping along the sides of my slit and lost my mind again. I threw my legs over his back and crossed them at the ankles, holding on to him for dear life as our two forms bounced up and down on the bed. Over and over, he drove me, filled me full of his hot cock. I wanted to scream as his hands reached up and grabbed hold of my tits, squeezing them unmercifully. His mouth found mine and his tongue shot in and out of mine as it touched and tangled with my own.
The thick, coarse hair of his chest was scraping the sensitive skin of my nipples, but I didn't care. I didn't mind it at all.
Then at last, it was like sky rockets going off inside of me. My whole body began jerking out of control; shaking, and I knew I was gone!
"Fuck that cunt. Give that hole a screwing now like you've never done before," I screamed through clenched teeth. "Fuck me! Fuck the come right out of me! Let me have it!"
A low animal moan began deep in his throat and became louder and louder with each plunge, until at last, I felt him expanding, exploding inside of me. And I knew he was ready. The two of us were ready. The two of us were ready for the ultimate thrill. The two of us were ready to come!
He grabbed hold of me and held me so tightly that I thought he would crush me, but I offered no resistance. I couldn't do anything but lie there and whimper as he plunged in and out, harder and deeper with each stroke of his shaft. He was screaming wildly and acting like a maniac.
His cock finally hit home and I felt like my insides were being ripped apart. Then it happened. My dam opened and I began overflowing. I felt it oozing out of my cunt Ooozing down his cock head ... oozing down our legs ... between our bellies. And finally, in the middle of a stroke, he stopped dead in his tracks and I knew he was shooting his own load.
He collapsed on top of me, his prick still jerking and throbbing inside my cunt. He tried desperately to catch his breath.
At last he rolled off of me, reached over to a night table, lit two cigarettes and handed me one.
"That was real good, baby. That was the best fuck I have ever had in my entire life. You are by far, the grooviest chick on earth."
Of course it flattered me to hear these words, but I was used to them by now. I knew what men liked and I could produce it. I knew what they like to hear, what they liked to feel, what they needed. And I had everything to offer.
I looked casually at my watch and realized I only had twenty minutes to get over to my other stud.
I sat up on the slick, stained sheet and began getting off the bed.
"Where are you going?" he asked.
"I have another date tonight," I answered, truthfully. "And I only have twenty minutes to get there."
"Are you going to call me again?" he asked. "I'd like to, but I won't make a promise because once I make a promise, I never break it."
"Well, promise me you'll call me again, then."
"Sweetheart, give me your number and I'll probably call it again."
"How about giving me yours?"
"Okay, it's a deal," I said, and wrote out my phone number on a piece of paper I saw on the night table I saw on my side of the bed.
I quickly went into the bathroom and washed the important spots on my body, and fixed my hair and make-up. I threw my clothing back on, kissed the stud goodbye and walked out the door.
I was in luck. The other guy's apartment was only around the corner. I raced until I was in sight of the building and then slowed down almost to a crawl. I was almost late and if I kept this pace up, I would be. But I'd be damned if I'd ever let any man see me running for him.
I walked down the street until I saw the number on the building. I walked up to the door while the doorman held the door for me and I went in.
I walked directly to the elevator, got on and went up to the seventh floor.
I got out of the elevator, and walked down a long hallway. When I found the right apartment, I rang the bell.
In the background I heard wild Afro-American music playing. It was a beat that I could hardly resist dancing to right there, but I figured I'd play it cool until I met the guy.
The door opened and my eyes nearly bugged out of my head. It was the most gorgeous, handsome, beautiful man this side of cock heaven.
I wasn't about to waste any time with this one. I walked right in, wrapped my arms around his neck and planted a big juicy kiss on his lips. His lips parted and I inserted my tongue into his mouth. He in turn, did the same.
I could feel the thick, hard meat rising in his pants and reached down and took hold of it.
"My God! Is it all you?"
I stepped back and looked down and saw what I was in store for. He also was truthful when he said about twelve inches, and I was looking forward to each and every inch of it.
We were stripped and in bed before you could say "cunt-humper," and the stud was feeling around my pussy, inserting his large stiff finger into my box while I was eating that gorgeous cock, shoving it down my throat as far as I could possibly, savoring the taste of male flesh.
The two of us grew tired of this preliminary child's play very quickly and before I knew what was happening, he was positioning me, spread-eagled on the bed.
"You know it," I said, as he inserted the cock head into my cunt.
The two of us took off like we were from another planet and he rode my pussy like it had never been ridden before. He squeezed my tits and left hickies all over my body; left his finger prints on my tits and in my ass while he drilled me over and over with that beautiful cock of his. It was fantastic. Right up tight, in my cunt, it went, until I had taken every last fraction of an inch and he had me insane. At last the two of us, our bodies tense and on the point of frenzy, burst and we flooded each other ... flooded the sheets around us.
This guy I would definitely call back. This one I would take his phone number, and some night when I had nothing to do, some night, when I hadn't been fucked only ten minutes before I came to see him, wasn't exhausted, would really show him what Seal Maddon had to offer. Next time I'd bring Emily and the two of us would give him a work out he'd never forget.
CHAPTER FOUR
I felt kinda bad going out without Seal. It just wasn't the same and I sort of took out my disappointment about her not being along on my date. At any rate, I ditched him about an hour after dinner and headed for one of the wildest bars I had ever been to. It was a small, intimate place with a hot jazz pianist setting the mood.
I strolled in, looking the sexiest I had in weeks. My tits pressing against the thin linen dress I wore. The nipples clearly outlined through the thin material. I felt the eyes of a number of men staring at my legs all the way up.
"Hey, Emily, what's that, one of those mini-dresses?" the bartender called.
"That's right, Charlie. This is my new aeroplane dress."
"Whaddya mean?" came the reply.
"It's just that it's so short, you can see the cockpit!" I screamed, laughing. There were a couple of strangers here, tonight, and I wanted to turn on all my charm and wit because I was determined that they weren't going to be strangers for very long. I picked out one guy, in particular. A tall, latin type, sitting down at the end of the bar, sipping on some kind of cordial. He reeked of that continental savoir-faire that really turns me on.
I knew immediately that I would make contact with him, so I ambled down to the end of the bar, taking a seat next to him. A few seconds later I was followed by a couple of guys that I had balled with before, and who were anxious to climb back between my legs. After all, it was a thrill they didn't get very often and they were thankful and appreciative of any favors I bestowed. And tonight, I was really in the mood to bestow favors. My poor cunt was itching for activity. After that drip that I had dinner with, who seemed more interested in importing burlap from India, than in giving me a little feel under the table, I was really looking forward to getting a lot of physical attention.
"What'll it be tonight, Emily," Charlie asked, flashing his famous Irish smile.
"Same as usual," I muttered.
"A rusty nail?"
"Right. And speaking of rusty nails, how's yours?"
Charlie looked a little puzzled. He wasn't one to get jokes quickly. But the rest of the bar got it. And even the sharp looking guy sitting next to me chuckled. I fished in my purse and finally produced a cigarette, deliberately omitting matches. I tilted my head in his direction so that I could look at him through my eye lashes. He was quick in taking the cue and produced a light for me from his gold, butane lighter.
"Thanks," I whispered.
"Any time," he replied, with a slight Italian accent.
"You're new here, aren't you?" I asked bluntly.
"That's right. I'm just in New York for a couple of weeks."
"Well, welcome to New York. My name's Emily Maddon, and it's nice to meet you."
"Same here, Miss Maddon. I am Mario Grozetta."
"Staying at a hotel, Mario?" I asked. "No. Some friends of mine are out of town and they're letting me use their apartment."
"That's very nice. How'd you come to pick this bar?"
"Well, the apartment is just two buildings down," and he gestured with his thumb, down the street.
"Nice place?" I asked, leading him on.
"Yeah, it's very comfortable. The top floor, and all that."
My eyes dropped down to his lap and through his mint green suit I could see the bulge in his pants. I felt the excitement mounting within me and I knew instantly that I wanted him-needed him. It would be something different, a little change from the domestic variety, I thought.
"Would you like to see it?" he asked, nervously.
"Sure would," I exclaimed. "Write down the address and I'll meet you there in twenty minutes as soon as I finish my drink."
"Why don't you come with me?"
"Well, man, after all, I don't want the whole place to know I'm running out of here and hopping in the sack with you. I mean, after all, I've got my reputation," I snickered.
"Anything you say." And he took out a pen and scrawled something on the back of a business card and handed it to me.
He was gone for about five minutes and I began sipping on my drink, looking over the rest of the customers, figuring that I'd set up a couple to take home with me and bring Seal something to tuck her in. I couldn't stop thinking of that poor girl, sitting home, while all these goodies were out here to be had just for the taking. I drained my glass, got up, made my way to the door, but before I left, I turned to Charlie.
"I have to run out for a few minutes. Keep my seat warm."
"Promises, promises," he returned, laughing.
"You'd better watch yourself, or I'll tell Brigit on you, you old goat."
"Aw, you wouldn't do that on me, now, would'ya Em?"
"Sure I would. Your wife and I are friends, and us girls have to stick together or else you guys would get away with sticking anything with two legs and a slit."
"See ya in awhile, then, Emily."
"Okay, Charlie," I said, and disappeared out the door, heading down the street to what I thought would be a fantastic continental fuck.
The lobby of the building he was staying in was beautifully lush with doorman and fountains. It would have been quite impressive, I suppose, to most girls, but after all, I was far from living in a tenament, myself. But it was nice to be in a place that was comfortable. The doorman held the door for me and I studied him as I passed. He appeared to be about nineteen or twenty, and I felt that he must have taken the job nights while he went to college during the day. My suspicions were confirmed when I noticed that on a little shelf next to his chair was a pile of law books. I stopped dead in my tracks and turned full face toward him.
He was really a nice looking guy, and I felt sorry that he was trapped, sitting in this goddam lobby while the rest of the world was out having a good time, lifting their skirts, pulling down their flies, fucking and sucking, and enjoying life. After all, just because the boy wanted to get ahead, wanted to have something, there was no reason why he had to struggle so hard; no reason why he couldn't enjoy life too. I instantly remembered the best feature of the mini-dress I was wearing. It had a zipper running all the way from the neck to the hem, and I quickly reached for it, pulling it slowly but purposely down, until it was completely open. My tits popped free of their confinement, and I felt his eyes start staring at them and then slowly sweep down over the trunk of my body, staring at my creamy white and flat stomach, and finally down to my crotch and lush pussy. His eyes bulged with surprise and he just stood there gaping, as if he didn't know what to do.
"What's the matter, haven't you ever seen a naked broad before?"
"Sure I have. It's just that things like this just don't happen, except maybe in the imagination."
I walked over to him and took his hand, placing it on my tit. "Still think it's your imagination?" I whispered.
"No," he whispered, hardly audible.
"Where can we go?" I said, extending my hand and feeling between the legs of his baggy uniform for that instrument of pleasure that I knew would be found there.
"Well there's a small storage room over there," And he pointed to a door, about ten feet away.
"Well then, what are we waiting for? Let's go!"
He led the way, unlocking the door and flicking on the light. The room was quite empty, except for a small couch that I imagined the doormen used to snooze on or screw on, with their hard-ons. I headed directly for it, not bothering to take off my dress. All I did was flick it open and spread my legs when I laid down.
He was a quick and experienced stud. A few seconds later he had unbuttoned his jacket and dropped his pants. After he had removed them, he stood in front of me, clad only in his briefs and tee shirt. These were quickly discarded, also. And then his ultra-masculine body came into view. It was a beautiful symphony of manhood. His broad chest narrowed to a "V" waist, Hairing out again at the strong, muscular hips. His buttocks were firm. And there, between his legs, pointing down and to the side, was a hard, stiff, prick. A beautiful piece of work. Too good to just stick in my twat without first getting a taste of it.
I wriggled my index finger at him as he moved closer to me. A second later my hands were entwined around his balls and stroking the length of his thick, pulsating meat. I leaned up, straining my neck, wrapping my lips around his delicious moist shaft. The whole head disappeared into my hot and stimulating mouth. My tongue flecked at his huge cock head, and I felt it expanding and contracting within my mouth as the blood rushed to the tip.
I let my hands slide up and down inside his legs, all the way from his knee up to his crotch and then I would take his balls in my hand, fingering them and letting them slip through my fingers. I felt him begin to tremble under my hungry assault. And my twat began to feel hot and moist. It needed something to satisfy it now.
I leaned back onto the couch and gestured for him to crawl on. A second later he was kneeling between my legs and aiming his shaft at my sensitive slit. He eased himself down, spreading my cunt lips with his huge cock-head, pushing slowly, but firmly into me, inch by inch, until he was finally buried to the hilt. He eased his body down on top of me and his warm flesh felt good against mine. His hands cupped my tits and tweaked my hardened, crimson nipples. I felt sparks of passion shoot throughout my body, and finally come to explode in my pussy. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him harder down on top of me.
His face was so handsome and I could have enjoyed just looking at it, but a second later, it was up too close to appreciate it. His lips, hot, and moist, were pressing against mine, and his tongue forced its way deep into my throat. His body began to pick up a rhythm and his hips pumped, filling my box with his hard meat. I arched my back so that I could force my pussy against him harder and he allowed me to ride up and down, taking as much as I wanted, and even setting the pace.
His hips began to move faster as the urgency of climax approached. I felt his body pounding against mine, his stiff prick was filling every inch of my womanly canal and I could have screamed with pleasure. I felt the explosions starting within me and my cunt juices began to flow down the length of my love passage, lubricating his hot pole and letting it slip more easily.
I glanced at my watch. It was already an hour since I left the bar and Maria was expecting me forty minutes ago. Well that's the way things to. I ran out of the storage room, kissing the handsome doorman goodbye, headed for the elevator and pushed the button for the top floor. During the ride, I couldn't help but imagine the sight of the young doorman still wiping the flowing cream from his throbbing shaft and trying to get back into uniform. lit had been fun.
I got out on the top floor and managed to find the apartment. Mario answered the door in a bathrobe-silk, of course. And he looked quite impatient.
"Sorry I'm late, but it couldn't be avoided. I ran into a very old friend and we had to talk for awhile. But don't worry, I'll make it up to you," I said, reaching for the sash that held the robe closed. A second later he was standing with the robe open and I could see everything he had to offer.
It wasn't quite what I expected from the bulge I had seen in his pants at the bar. I pictured that his cock would be much larger than it actually was. It was really only a couple of inches long-but it was still soft. His balls, however, were enormous, and this explained, to my satisfaction, what caused the huge bulge. But I'd known men in the past whose pricks weren't that big, but they were the kind who really knew how to use them, really knew how to make a girl feel like she was flying on a trip to heaven or something. Sometimes they would ride me high so that their four or five hard inches would rub against my clitoris, making me go wild with passion, and I felt that this European would have a few tricks of his own, so I was still quite anxious to get started.
He reached over for the long zipper on my dress and tugged it down until I was in the same condition he was. The whole front of my body was exposed for his examination and he seemed quite pleased with what I had to offer. His eyes focused firmly on my huge globes, and anxious hands reached for them, feeling the softness of the mounds and the hardness of the nipples. Those nipples of mine were pretty fabulous things. It seems that they were always hard, always jutting straight out, firm, inviting. He put his arm around me, pulling me close against him until our naked flesh was touching. The warmth of his body was unbelievable. It seemed as if he had a fever, he was so hot. But that's what I needed: a hot Latin; a hot Italian, something to set my insides on fire, set my passions burning, wildly out of control. I loved the feeling that I always felt when I was about to screw. It felt like butterflies in my stomach sending shivers up and down my back. It was an exciting feeling; a feeling that made my love juices begin to flow and lubricate my sensitive slit.
"Where's the bedroom," I asked.
"This way," he said. And I followed him down a hallway that was papered in a multi-colored jungle-like print. Even the door to the bedroom had been papered this way and I thought it a bit too colorful for my tastes. But the bedroom was different. It was done in light greens and the huge oval bed seemed more than inviting. It didn't take me long to slip out of my dress and stand there before his eager eyes completely nude.
It was a good feeling, standing there and having him eat me up with his eyes. It made me feel confident in my ability to stimulate and excite men.
I walked quickly to the bed and jumped on it, positioning myself spread-eagled so that my hands and feet each reached for the edge of the bed. The position was too inviting for him to resist for long. He slipped out of his robe and came to kneel between my legs, his hands reaching up and stroking my sensitive thighs, finally coming to rest and playing with my hot pussy. I felt his fingers begin to slip in and explore the hot and wet walls of my cunt. With each finger that he inserted, he began to breathe a little faster, a little harder, and I knew, I was getting to him. The excitement that he felt was pretty obvious when I glanced down at his hard, stiff prick. But even when it was fully erect, it was pretty small. I lay there with my head resting on a pillow, looking at him, intently and wondering what he was going to do. Then his head disappeared between my legs and I felt his tongue sliding back and forth along my wet cracki A second later, his firm, hot tongue had made its way into my cunt and he was really cleaning me out. Little did he know that he was also blowing the doorman.
I became aware that his hands were moving violently between his legs and that he was jerking off as he ate me. This was okay with me. I had already been screwed earlier, and the pleasure I was getting from his expert tongue was sending me into a frenzy of delight. I felt small explosions of passion with each plunge his tongue took. In a few seconds I felt my body release its love juices and at the same time I was aware that he squirted his load, splashing it against my naked legs.
"God damned pig," I thought, "why couldn't he be more careful."
Well the mess was his fault, and I reached for the sheet and cleaned my leg as best I could.
"When could I see you again," he asked, eagerly.
"Oh, I don't know," I answered. "I've got your number. I'll give you a call."
"Make it soon."
"I will," I said, zipping up my dress and heading for the door.
Within a few minutes I was back, sitting on my old stool at the bar, with a fresh rusty nail in front of me and eager to have another go at it. The two guys I had seen there earlier, and had balled with in the past, had been joined by three other guys that I knew were real swingers. I felt this was it; it was a perfect group to bring home to spend the night and entertain Seal and myself. I walked over and gave them the invitation, which they jumped at, immediately. I downed the rest of my drink and led the way out the door, where we got into one of the guys' car and headed for my place, this time we went the right way on Fifth Avenue and got there about ten minutes later.
When I entered my apartment and I felt that Seal must be sleeping, I put my finger to my lips and gestured to everyone to be quiet as I let them into the living room. Then I gestured that everyone should remove their clothing and they were pretty good at playing pantomine. In a few seconds the six of us stood bald assed naked: one cunt and five cocks. But that one cunt was more than capable of handling them all. It was eager again for action. It never seemed to get enough. Sometimes I wondered and worried that I might be a nymph, but I don't think that was the case.
I tiptoed into the bedroom, leading the guy with the biggest cock to wake up Seal. But when I got there, I found that her bed hadn't been slept in. I headed for mine, and saw, pinned on my pillow, a note that she was out and would return home fairly early.
There was nothing to do now but get on with the show. After all, I couldn't expect the five of them to park their asses in the living room and wait for Seal to trot in. I felt pretty sure that most of them would be able to go a second round when she got in, anyway.
So, a short while later, there we were, five of us cuddled up in my huge king sized bed. I always liked a big bed-more room for action. The first guy climbed between my legs and shoved his hot, pulsing prick into my ever-ready pussy.
This was more like it, I thought. A handsome stud that knows how to use what God gave him. His prick pummeled in and out of me and he rode high, so that with each plunge, the top of his cock scraped along my clitoris, sending shivers of lust throughout my body, touching each nerve ending and making it go wild with passion.
"Come on, baby, fuck me. Show me what you can do with that thing."
"Oh, yeah," he muttered, incoherently, obviously lost somewhere between alcohol and passion. He continued to screw with the same speed, the same rhythm, and I felt the intensity growing within me. He had better move faster, I thought. I need him to move faster, to bring on what I feel.
I wrapped my legs around his waist, digging my heels into his fleshy buttocks, pulling him harder into me, arching my back, undulating my hips and grinding my pussy against his loins for all he was worth ... and it was satisfying. I felt myself coming and I began to thrash my head back and forth wildly in the bed, my arms flaying against the soft mattress, and moans of delight escaping from my throat. It was delicious and highly enjoyable. I glanced over to my side and I saw that two of the guys had grown so hot and impatient that they couldn't wait. The handsome, dark haired, muscular stud was bending a slightly built, younger blond boy over and forcing his huge prick up the boy's ass. The blond winced in pain, but it didn't seem to affect the older dark haired one. He pushed it in with all his might, sinking it all the way and moaning with pleasure that he derived from it. The blond cried out as if he were being tortured, but his voice became muffled in one of my pillows when the dark haired man pushed him down flat against the bed and buried his face in the pillow. The blond squirmed in pain and with each movement he made, increased the pleasure for the other. He was no match for the dark haired man's strength, and soon he had no choice but to give himself completely over to the sexual pleasure that he was experiencing. When he became more resigned to what was being done to him, the dark haired man reached around him, rolled him on his side, and took his long thin prick in his hand and began to masturbate him.
I was enjoying watching this. I had never seen two guys screw before. And a few seconds later, the dark haired man's face became a mask of pleasure, and I saw the muscles of the blond tighten, squeezing his ass closed as tight as he could, while his companion shot him full of his juices.
It was now the blond's turn, and I saw the dark haired man's hand jerking fanatically on his prick, moving rapidly up and down the length of it. In a second he shot a long, steady stream of cum onto my sheet. At the same time, I heard the door to the bedroom close and Seal walked into the room, stark naked. There were two other guys that still had to get their rocks off. Fortunately, the one best hung, and the best looking. I was glad, and I wanted Seal to enjoy them. They made no qualms about wanting her. Within a few seconds, the three of them were on the bed. The handsome guy with the big stiff prick had it buried in Seal's snatch and was bouncing up and down on her like a wild man, stuffing it deep into her. The other guy was kneeling over her chest with his prick buried in her face. Her head moved rapidly, up and down on his hard shaft. Within a few minutes it was over. The three of them managed to all come at the same time, their bodies tangled and rolled across the bed as they emptied themselves of their stored up juices. Seal, the lucky girl, was being flooded at both ends with the thick cream and she loved it all.
At least everyone had the satisfaction he wanted-one way or another.
CHAPTER FIVE
I just thought it was wonderful of Emily to bring the gang home, and I certainly did love gang bangs. Now I would have the last laugh. I would have the most wonderful surprise for Emily tomorrow.
I looked at my watch and it was five in the morning. That certainly wasn't any time to call my new found friend from the newspaper ad, but I decided, what the fuck, if he was stupid enough to advertise in that kind of paper, he deserved phone calls at five in the morning, I rationalized as I picked up the phone and began dialing his number.
The phone rang once before he answered, and I heard his voice on the other end, sleepy, but still sexy as hell.
"Hi, baby," I said, "This is Seal ... Seal Maddon. Remember me?"
"How could I forget?" All of a sudden the sleepiness was gone from his voice and I knew he was wide awake.
"How is it?" I asked.
"How's what?"
"Your prick, darling. Actually, what else would I be inquiring after at five in the morning?"
"My prick is always ready for something like you."
"How about my sister?"
"Your sister?"
"Yeah, you heard me."
"What's she like?"
"She's everything that I am, and moref "I don't think that's possible." 'Well, you haven't met Emily, yet."
"Are you coming back with her?"
"Bet your ass, I am. I wouldn't miss out on a dick like that."
'When do you want to come?"
"How about right now?"
"Suits me fine."
"Okay, see you in half an hour," I said and dropped the phone back onto the cradle.
I walked into the bedroom and found Emily sprawled out across the double bed, exhausted from all the activity she had just had. But had faith in my sister. I knew her well enough to know that when she saw that guy's tremendous prick, saw that big dong hanging between his legs, she'd come to life and that pussy of hers would open up and she would be ready ... hot as hell for anything he had to offer.
"Hey, Emmy," I said, plopping down on the bed next to her, "How about a good fuck?"
"You must be kidding, Seal," she said in reply, opening one of her eyes, sleepily.
"No kidding, I'm serious."
"Who's left? I thought they all had gone."
"Nobody's left yet, but I met somebody tonight that I'm sure you'll be interested in."
"Oh, you mean on your little adventure."
"Yeah, but let me tell you, it was anything but a little adventure. I met a couple of guys who advertised in that newspaper you brought home a few days ago, and one of them is hung like King Kong. One of them has a prick that'll satisfy a cow."
"Well, I'm no cow, baby, and I'm sort of tired."
"I'm telling you, Emmy, you won't want to miss this one. He's built like a brick shit house, has the face of some Greek God and the biggest prick this side of pussy heaven."
"Don't talk like that," she said, and I could tell she was getting hot and bothered thinking about it.
"I'm telling you, Emmy, he could fill that cunt of yours so full, you'd think it was packed."
"Okay, sweetheart. You got me. Tell me more about this guy."
"There isn't too much to tell. I just met him this evening and we had a hot time in bed. I knew you'd want to meet him. I think he's more your type than mine, and besides, even if he isn't your type, you'll get a screwing you'll never forget. He'll give you such a fuck that you'll remember it for days."
"This guy must really be something, if you're carrying on like this."
"You can say that again! You know I don't carry on over everyone. You know that when I flip my lid over a guy, it's worth seeking it out."
"That's for sure. Maybe I could manage the energy to put my face back on and we could go over there."
"It's only on the other side of the village. We could be there in ten minutes."
"Okay, sugar, you're on," she answered, getting up from the bed and sitting down at the dressing table and putting her face on, very carefully, very cautiously.
I was watching the time the way a child waits for Christmas and tried to rush her, tried to help her out by doing her hair and helping her select the right outfit for the occasion.
At last we left the apartment, hopped into a taxi that had been cruising by.
I gave the driver the address and began to wonder whether we'd have an accident before we got there. I don't think he looked at the street once; his eyes were glued to the rear view mirror so that he could see my humpy sister.
He dropped us off in front of the door and waited until we were inside. Then I ran like crazy right up to the apartment and rang the bell.
When he answered the door, he was only wearing a pair of shorts, and his gorgeous body was nearly completely visible to us.
I saw Emily taking in his huge gorgeous form, hungrily, so that she was glad that she came. I knew this when I saw her licking her lips in anticipation.
"Well, aren't you going to invite us in," I said, as the three of us stood in the hallway staring at one another.
"Sure I am," he said, stepping back and opening the door a little wider.
Emily and I stepped inside and Emmy took in the living room down to the last detail. I meanwhile, being familiar with the apartment, familiar with the set-up, moved directly into the bedroom and pulled my clothing off.
When I was naked I hopped onto the mattress and laid there, waiting for my stud to come back and service me.
In a moment the two, Emily and my gorgeous hunk of man, appeared in the doorway.
They must have had some action going because Emily's hair was mussed, her blouse was open, and my stud friend had difficulty keeping that tremendous prick of his in his shorts. It was easy to see that it was hard, hot and ready.
In a flash he pulled his shorts down, exposing his hot cock to my sight, and I knew he came on the spot.
While Emily was stripping down, hejoinedme on the bed and began running his finger up and down my thigh, poked at my cunt and kissed my legs.
I was hot, horny, ready for some real action, ready to feel that prick sliding right up into me, waiting to feel the head of it stretching ... pushing against my walls, scraping its way along my canal.
He positioned himself between my open legs, pointed his cock downward at the target and sunk lower and lower, driving that tremendous prick deeper and deeper into my body.
"That's real good," I said, undulating my body, moving my hips upward to meet his thrusts ... his plunges.
He was all the way in, now; every last fraction of an inch of that cock was filling me, stuffing me full and giving me the delicious sensations I wanted so desperately.
Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Emily stepping out of her clothing. I urged her to hurry; urged her to get over her and get a piece of this prick.
"Okay," I said, "Let's have it; let's really have it good, now. Show my sister what kind of a man you can be in bed."
It felt so good having that big brawny stud riding my pussy, giving me the kind of fuck I enjoyed.
But I didn't want to get him too worked up. I wanted him to be able to service Emily; wanted him to shove that shaft deep into her.
"Okay," I said. "Give it to Emily; let her have it."
Emily was already moving onto the bed and moving in close to us. I pulled off of his prick and got up at the head of the bed. I quickly moved to a chair next to the bed. From that position I'd be able to give him instructions, and egg him on to really fuck Emily good.
Emily spread her legs like a pro, exposing her pink little pussy to her man. She reached down and spread her lips apart as he directed his cock head into her slit and drove it in forcefully, wildly, with one fantastic jab.
I thought I saw Emily cringe, but knew she was enjoying it from the little moan coming from her.
"Okay," I said. "Give it good. Give it like you gave it to me earlier tonight.
His hips began to work faster ... harder, as he pumped every bit of his large meat into my sister's body.
Her hips were pressed flat against his chest, and from my angle it looked like Emily had hair on her chest and I began giggling.
"What the fuck's so funny?" He snapped, thinking that I was criticizing him.
"Nothing. I was just thinking of a personal joke."
He didn't answer me; just grunted and returned to his work. His hands reached in between their bodies and grabbed hold of her tits, squeezing them ... kneading them. All the while he was giving her a good hump.
Emily dug her heels into the bed and arched her pussy into the air so that he would have an easier target-so that he would be able to drill her full with each stroke.
It was exciting, sitting there, watching his body thrash into her, watching Emily buck back at his every thrust. The muscles rippled through his body with every movement. It was exciting watching Emily's long claws leaving red marks across his back, and I couldn't help but let my hand move down and find my own slit and begin to masturbate in rhythm with their fucking.
I moved my chair up close and began running my hand up and down over his legs, up over his rump and on to his back. Every inch of his body was hard ... rock hard ... and beautifully developed. He sure was a find, and I sort of regretted the fact that Emily and I didn't particularly care to see the same person too often. I would have enjoyed the idea of taking him on as a regular hump, sort of a consolation prize for losing Chris.
The two of them were moaning like crazy on the bed, rolling around and thrashing at each other. He was really in the saddle, nice and proper, like, and I gasped as he began to take longer strokes and I could see his cock sliding out almost to the tip, then slamming forward again, filling my sister's hole with hot steaming meat.
It was strange to see it coming all moist and wet from my sister's cunt juice, but I enjoyed watching that hard rock-like muscle sliding in and out; enjoyed the sight of his body, all together.
I picked up my own pace when theirs increased. I began running my fingers through the thick hair on his legs, moving up and playing with his ass hole, sticking my finger in, slightly, as he raised up, pulling out of Emily's cunt.
"Oh, fuck that girl. Give it to her good, you pussy humper."
"Yeah, give it to me!" Emily echoed. "Give it to me the way my sister said."
"Alright, baby, you asked for it," he said. "Hang on!" he continued, through clenched teeth, and picked up his speed to an unbelievable pace. I could hardly believe that Emily was enjoying it as I saw the bed sag each time he threw his meat into her. He was going so fast, the whole bed was shaking. I was sure that the whole apartment must be vibrating from the action going on in the bed.
That was what Emily wanted. I could tell by the expression of ecstasy that clouded her features. She wanted this guy to go ape; wanted him to be a hot lover; wanted him to fuck her good and give it to her right up the twat the way she wanted it.
Suddenly she gasped, low in her throat, and wrapped her arms around him tightly. He moaned in reply to her and his body stiffened. The two of them were going to come any instant and I was torn between the thought of watching them go through their ecstasy and bringing on my own climax. But it seemed as if my fingers had a will of their own as they raced in and out of my cunt, faster and faster, until, at last, I was moaning along with them. Spreading my legs as wide as I could and letting my juice run from my pussy.
When at last, I finished, I leaned over again and the two of them-were sprawled on the mattress, breathing hard, trying to regain their strength. The evening had been a success, and now the two of us could go home and go to sleep for the rest of the day until it was time to get up and find more men, more pricks, and more fun.
CHAPTER SIX
A fuck is a fuck, no matter how you look at it. But even Seal and I had our limitations. We could only stand so much fucking in one day before we fell down from exhaustion.
By the time we got back to the apartment last night-or actually, that morning, we could barely see, barely talk, as we fell onto the bed and fell into a peaceful sleep of exhaustion and satisfaction.
When we woke up at four that afternoon, we were ready to ride again, needless to say. That's the way it is, when you work as a team. That's the way it goes when you have a sister you can share everything with.
"Well, where are we off to today," I asked Seal, after she had had coffee and cleared her head.-
"What are you in the mood for?"
"I don't really know. I'm just looking for a hot cock to fill me and let me remember what it's like to get a good one."
"I have a groovy idea. What do you say, the two of us take the day off and take a boat ride around the island?"
"Which island?"
"Manhattan, silly. What other one did you think I meant?"
"Okay," she answered, clearing dishes from the table.
I new that Emily had agreed too easily.
Knew she must have some sort of plan up her sleeve that wasn't exactly crystallized in her head yet, and I figured I'd let her have her private thoughts; let her work up what she wanted. Once it was in her head, I was sure she'd tell me.
We dressed quickly and got out of the apartment in record time. It only took us an hour and a half to bathe, dress and apply our make-up. And for Seal and I, that's pretty damned good time!
Emily bought the tickets and we moved down along the iron railing to the dock.
We were lucky enough when one was just about loaded and ready to go.
As soon as Emily and I shook our buns onto the deck, the deck hands threw the rope and we were off.
There were two seats available next to each other, but Emily and I decided to stand at the front of the boat. Of course, very little had to do with seating. There was a gorgeous hunk of man standing there by himself.
"New in town?'
"No, I'm not," He answered. "Are you?' "No."
"Then I guess we both have the same question."
"Yeah, called "What are you doing on this boat if you're a native New Yorker?'"
"I'm not a native New Yorker. I've been here for several years, but I was born in Boston."
"How exciting. That almost makes you a foreigner," I said, giggling and turning to Emily.
"I've found what I'm going to do on this boat ride, if it's at all possible. I'd like to take that beautiful man over there and just fuck the pants off him. He must have at least seven or eight inches, which is enough for me. But I have one trouble, Emily. Where in the hell am I going to take him and give him that good fuck?"
Emily looked at me and smiled. She knew these boats like the back of her hand. After all, she did go out with Jon all those weeks, and he was a tug boat captain. He showed her the best places to fuck on a boat when it's crowded and you don't want anybody to see.
Emily tapped me on the shoulder and pointed to a ladder going up the side of the boat where there was complete privacy.
"Up there, sweetheart, you'll find a life boat. You just lift the cover and the two of your climb in and have a ball for yourselves."
"That's just what I'm going to do. I'm going to ball that guy from here, all the way around this fucking island."
"Look, sugar, why don't you and I get out of this spray and climb up that ladder over there and let me pull down your pants and let me sit on it or something. I'm just too fucking hot looking at your gorgeous body, I don't know what I'm going to do."
"You're on," he said, smiling. "I knew this trip had to be worth it the minute I saw you two girls get aboard."
"Talking about us two, I wonder what my sister is going to do while we're up there fucking."
I turned back to Emily, with a disappointed look on my face.
"What are you going to do, sweetie, while we're up there?"
"Don't you worry about a thing, Seal," she said, with a smug look on her face. "I know the captain of this one and I'm sure that he and I can screw in the luxury of some deserted room somewhere."
"You little bastard," I said, smiling. "So that's why you wanted to take this boat ride. That's why you were so willing. Oh, you evil thing!"
"Well I don't really care."
"You shouldn't."
"Why not?"
"You have the best thing on this boat."
"That's for sure."
"I don't know why you're standing here."
"Neither do I."
"Well, you'd better get your little honey up the ladder before someone else here latches onto him."
"You're absolutely right. Bye, bye, sis. See you later," I said, turning from Emily and taking my young stud by the hand.
The two of us walked over to the side of the boat and climbed up the ladder; me first, and him right behind me.
His hand reached up my thigh and touched-my spot as I was moving up and I began to shake my ass in his face.
"That's some movement you have there, baby," he said, as we climbed over the top.
"You think that's movement, wait and see what I do when you get that prick into me."
"Tell me."
"You'll see."
"I don't dig surprises."
"You'll understand what I mean when you get that cock up there."
"Tell me now." He continued playing my game.
"No."
"Yes."
"No."
"Yes." We went back and forth like this for some time while we pulled back the canvas on the life boat and climbed inside.
It was a little difficult, but we managed to strip down to nothing. And then suddenly, our giddy moods changed.
"I want you, baby. I want to fuck that cunt silly. I want to take you right now."
"I dig you, man, so let's get on with it. Let's not talk about it any more. Let's do it."
Before I knew what happened he silenced my words in my throat with his lips, sending his tongue deep into my throat, thrilling the insides of my mouth, running his tongue over my mouth and teeth and playing tag with my own tongue.
He pushed me back, gently, against the hard wood of the life boat and sought my mouth with his again. As our tongues met, his finger found its way between our bodies down over my flat stomach and into my pussy. He began manipulating his finger inside my box the way I liked it; the way that really gets me hot and ready-ready for his huge burning rod.
"I can't stand any more. I gotta have it now. Take me," I pleaded with him, whispering in his ears. "Show me what you can do with that prick of yours," I moaned, pressing my body against his.
In a second he was kneeling over me on all fours in the life boat. He positioned himself over my shaking, quivering body and pushed his large cock down, prying my cunt lips open and pushing his tool into my vulva all the way.
He had a real horse cock; a real dick; a dick that could please any woman.
I moaned out loud as the first contact was made and ran my fingers through the thick hair on his chest. I opened my legs as wide as I possibly could and began bucking my hips upward furiously, to meet his hard savage thrusts that were filling my cunt with his prick.
"It's so good," he moaned. "I've never felt a pussy like this; so sweet, so warm, so delicious."
"Harder," I demanded. "Fuck me harder. I can take as much of that cock action as you can give. Please," I begged in his ear now. "Give it to me!"
That's all the encouragement he needed. He slammed home, into my box and I almost fainted from joy and happiness as he drilled me full ... completely to the hilt.
Our bodies were thrashing around, wildly, on the bottom of the boat, and I was sure we were making a loud ruckus, sure that when we finally emerged we would have a crowd waiting for us. But nothing bothered me. I couldn't give a shit about anything except the feel of his hard cock bringing my insides to life with each hard thrust he threw into me. The sweat was dripping off his neck onto my large shapely tits, tickling me as he continued to fuck. I wondered if it was always like this for him, no matter who he was with, or whether I was giving him some kind of new thrill. I thought I must be-he seemed so intent.
My thoughts were quickly snapped back to the present as his cock pounded at my naked flesh. I wondered if I'd have marks ... black and blue marks, from his wild attack, from his savage love making. But it really didn't matter. The only thing that really mattered to me and to him was getting a good fuck, and forget about everything else. Live for today, I was in the habit of saying.
I felt the fires erupting inside of my cunt and I began to squirm wildly under his solid flesh.
"Hold it!" I screamed. "I'm almost ready," I called out.
"Good, babe, go on."
"But I want it to happen to both of us together. I want you to come with me," I whispered in his ear, wrapping my legs around his slick body and opening myself still wider for him, positioning my pussy, helpless ... vulnerable ... willing to let him do anything he wanted to or with it.
My cunt was completely open and available to him and to his wild animal passion and I felt his balls slamming against my ass hole as he completed each stroke. Pulling out, to the very tip of is cock, he would ram it home with all the power and might he had.
"Now ... now give it to me," I screamed, clawing his back with my nails, feeling the wild fires spreading rapidly through my body, feeling the volcano explode and erupt inside of me. My flesh burned; felt red hot, as if I were lying on a pile of hot coals-and I undulated my hips, moving my body up into his own.
I shivered and shook from passion and desire as he shot me over the limit and set me off ... set off the juices of my love making, and let them overflow from my shaking, quivering cunt.
Then I heard his voice above me: "Now, baby, I'm coming now," he moaned out, collapsing on top of me, crushing my big breasts against his strong, muscular, hairy chest. His fingers dug brutally into my skin as his body convulsed with total, complete release.
With each stroke now, I felt him ... felt him draining his cock into me ... felt my pussy milking the thick juices from him. I felt his prick still inside of me, still jerking and shooting, bathing us in erotic pleasure, even though it was slowly softening in my wet, dripping slit of passion.
Slowly he pulled his cock from my delicious cunt and immediately I felt like I had to have him again-right then, right there on the spot; had to get that cock up in my hole again.
"I need it, baby, I gotta have it again. That was really good."
"I know what'cha mean. I've got the same feeling," he answered, giving me the signal to go on.
I bent my head down and began sucking on his limp tool. I began taking the whole fucking shaft into my mouth and really giving him a good blow job; really sucking his prick into my throat. I began to feel it stiffen ... hardening, already, in my mouth. I worked my head wildly, jerking it up and down, back and forth, from side to side, letting my hands run up and tickling his balls, until at last, his prick was hot ... ready again for some action. But I was enjoying his meat so much, I didn't stop. I just continued sucking away like crazy. Sucking over and over, from tip to stem, ramming it down my throat, until I gagged ... couldn't breathe, but it was all pleasure. It was just one big ball, one big blast, like everything else in my life. I would be per-fecdy contented to spend the whole trip in this little boat sucking and fucking with this stranger.
And that's just what I intended on doing: fucking the whole trip away, enjoying as much of his meat as I could. I knew I'd never see him again, once I set foot off the boat, but that didn't matter now.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Seal and I had a very exciting thing happen to us. At a Fourth of July weekend picnic. It all came about in the most innocent ways and ended up in some hot fucking-some of the hottest the two of us ever got mixed up in.
It all came about because Seal met this young, handsome insurance man that she was sucking off regularly. He invited the two of us to go to his company's outing on some small island off the coast. Well, this suited us to a tee because we knew from experience that that insurance company had the grooviest looking men working for them. We had to get up at the ungodly hour of nine o'clock in the morning, pack our bathing suits, dress, put on our makeup and leave the apartment to be picked up at ten. By the time we got to the island, Seal and I were totally exhausted. The ordeal had been too much especially since the night before we had been out to the theatre, dinner, and a four hour fucking session after that. So, here we sat at ten o'clock in the morning, with our cunts aching and our heads hung over and our eyes drooping. One of the handsome young studs bought us some coffee, and by eleven o'clock, the two of us seemed to have come to life. Anyway we were babbling incoherendy and it seemed to be sufficiently amusing, so that we had attracted quite a crowd of men at the picnic site. Most of them had left wives and chddren sitting alone, and each time Seal or I trotted off to the ladies room, we got the most evil, wicked looks from wives, children and girl friends. Finally we could stand it no longer.
"Seal, what do you say, we take a walk and explore this island paradise?"
"Sounds like a good idea, Emily."
"It'll be good exercise for us. You know how I like hikes, anyway."
"Any of you guys care to join us?
Most of them offered to guide the way, and there were only one or two, and they were older ones, that decided that they would remain behind. This suited us perfectly fine and we began marching toward the hinterlands of the island. A short while later we came upon a grassy clearing. There were about twelve of us, in all: ten guys, Seal and I. And as we had made our way through the brambles and briar, we had been felt, goosed, pinched and fondled by these ten guys. There was no putting them off any longer. We both knew that. And we really didn't want to put them off, either, because we were as smart as they were.
But the only thing we had decided on the boat ride over was that it would be one-to-one. Neither of us had the energy to go through an orgy scene. Neither one of us felt inclined to do that, today. Now our problems were simple: isolate the one we wanted and take him off somewhere to take care of us.
I saw that Seal had selected hers. Some were tall hairy characters who would probably have something like twelve solid inches of hot solid cock for that cunt of hers, but I was having a little bit more trouble deciding on the ones I wanted. I couldn't make up my mind between two of them, but suddenly I got that old cunt twitch, got that old longing, and decided to make up my mind quickly. I turned to the guy closest to me and hooked my arm around his.
"Sorry, fellows, but my friend, here, and I are going to take a walk. See you all soon."
The guy I was with was smiling from ear to ear, but disappointment was clearly visible on the faces of the other men.
As I began walking away from the crowd with my new friend, I shook my ass beautifully, so as to give the other men something of a consolation prize.
"By the way, honey, what's your name?"
"Bob," he answered, letting his arm slip around my waist dangerously low onto my buttocks.
"I dig your action, Bob. I'm sure you and I will be able to get along real well together."
"That's for damned sure," he said, pulling me in closer to his body and increasing the pace of our walk.
We found a nice little clearing in the middle of some tall bushes, and settled into it. I turned my back for a moment and began undressing. And then when I turned around, turned in the stud's direction, I was shocked to see him standing there, naked, with his prick fully erect and ready for some hot fucking action.
The sight of Bob this way, turned me on, completely, and I began squirming around on the soft grass like some kind of bitch dog in heat.
I could never have enough cock; never have enough fucking to satisfy me. I could be fucked 25,000 times and I'd still want more crotch action, much more, still need it, still have to have some cock inside of me, pumping me full of white love juice.
As Bob approached me, I reached out and touched the red, throbbing thick head of his cock and I was glad for my decision. He had a big one; a thick one, and it was going to be shoved up my cunt in about three seconds. He caught his breath in his throat as I ran my long, slender fingers down the stalk and fondled his balls in my hand. I wanted to give him a thrill; wanted to give him a hot time like no one else had ever done. That was one thing that Seal and I tried to do. We tried, we worked hard to give the men we were with thrills that they would not soon forget; thrills of their lives. And another thing we liked; to have our men feel at ease, to have them call the shots, make the moves, and the two of us usually could go along with whatever it was that would make the men we were with happy.
As he crawled over closer on the ground next to me, I just laid there, completely passive, waiting for that signal or sign that would tell me what it was he wanted.
His fingers roamed nervously over the entire length of my body. At the same time his lips came down gently onto the soft, spongy flesh of my tits. His tongue moved out of his mouth and began licking at my nipples, making them stand up straight with pleasure. He opened his mouth and began nibbling, gently, on my right tit, then my left tit, as his fingers found their way down toward my love hole, separated by pink little pussy lips, and found their way into my hole.
I scrambled around on the ground and moved up onto his finger and brought my hips up off the ground, increasing the contact, as he set that spot of my womanhood on fire. I was ready. There was no question about that. I was ready and willing for anything; ready to give him a good fuck, a good roll in the hay.
I reached down and grabbed hold of that huge, throbbing cock head of his and slowly I began moving the flesh in time with his own fingers that were fucking my cunt.
I sat up on the ground and bent forward in such a way as not to interrupt his fingers, but at the same time, positioning myself so that I could lick and suck at the head of his dick. The thing actually thickened in my mouth. I slowly wrapped my lips around the tip of his cock and began sucking it in, inch by inch. I slid the moist, juicy lips of mine all the way down onto his hot pulsating, throbbing piece of meat and heard him moan out above me.
His hips, now, were moving, picking up the tempo of his fingers, and he began pumping and shoving that thing into my mouth, driving his hard joint further down into my throat. He liked it. There was no getting around it. He enjoyed it this way. I could tell by his movements; could tell by the moans coming from his body.
With his free hand, he held my head steady as he worked more of his meat in and out between my lips. But suddenly he stopped short, in the middle of an inward stroke and pulled his throbbing flesh from my mouth.
"What's wrong," I asked, as soon as he had come out all the way. "Didn't you like it?"
"Loved it, baby. You're just too damned good for me; I almost shot my wad right then."
"That wouldn't be good."
"That's for sure. I gotta get into that beautiful cunt of yours."
"Okay, I'm willing ... as a matter-of-fact, I'm a lot more than willing," I said, smiling up at him, leaning back onto the ground and spreading my legs wide.
Without any other communication between us, he positioned himself between my spread and lowered his body downward onto mine until his dick was in position. Then he pushed forward furiously and penetrated my cunt. I gasped out loud and clutched his back, digging my finger nails into him. At the same time his head and his lips made contact with mine.
The rigid tip of his cock forced its way into my hole and I squirmed, quivered, moaned out beneath of him, beneath the hard manly flesh of his body.
Then suddenly he was off me-completely. He withdrew his whole cock from my cunt and I let out a little gasp.
But again I felt his cock head opening the quivering lips of my pussy as he began his journey inward again. I was so hot I couldn't hold on any longer; couldn't hold back. I needed him to give it to me. To fuck me; to overpower me, to dominate me, and let me know who was boss.
I must have communicated some of this need for him to possess me, for suddenly his arms were around me; holding me tight, against his body, shoving that cock deep into my pussy, and I could feel my cunt melting around his prick, fusing us together, as one.
I wrapped my legs around his strong back and wiggled my pussy all the way up onto his solid piece of meat until I felt the old balls rubbing against the ass hole. I was bucking like some wild mare being rode by her stud and felt all of his resistance draining from his body; felt him turning into some kind of wild savage as his tempo increased and each thrust became longer ... harder.
"Possess me," I whispered in his ear.
"Alright, baby," he moaned, and dug his fingers into my ass cheeks, holding me firmly in place.
His attack was unbelievable ... savage ... unhuman-as his hard flesh pounded against my own tender little body. His thrust was unbelievable as he penetrated and filled my pussy to the hilt with each one of his strokes.
"That's so good," I cried out, losing control. "Fuck me," I whimpered, on the ground under the weight of this driving stud.
We rolled around on the ground until I was on top of him and then he pushed me to a sitting position, holding my buttocks firmly, and lifting his hips to slam his shaft deep into me. He spread his knees wider so as to get better leverage. I spread wide so as to allow him complete entry and contact into my open vulnerable pussy.
"Ride that cock, bitch!" he demanded, losing control completely, now.
"Okay, Bob. Anything you want! It's so fucking good," I moaned out from above him.
The two of us soared higher, like birds flying to the moon, gliding off toward the horizon. Neither one of us knew what was happening, but suddenly our bodies exploded and began convulsing with complete climax. He screamed out to me to fuck him good, to ride him.
"Now!" he screamed. "Now! Give it to me. I'm coming!"
"Me too," I hollered.
"Here!" he spat at me viciously as he lunged up into me. I felt his already swollen shaft swell still more. as his hot load flooded deep into me, mixing with my own juices.
He was squeezing my tits, and that was all it took to send me over the edge. My body twitched and jerked, flooding my canal with the love juice of my pussy. My passion was so great I continued to ride his throbbing shaft, now slick with our mingled orgasms. Finally, when I heard the moist sounds of his pubic hairs squishing under me, bathed in our combined juices I fell off him and lay there exhausted.
There was nothing either of us could do but lay there in the cool grass and suffer our delirious exhaustion.
CHAPTER EIGHT
I don't exactly remember how it happened. The last thing I remember was being at a picnic, fucking for about ten people in the woods, going back and drinking ourselves silly. And now, here I was, in bed, somewhere. I knew it was late, because the room was in total darkness. I wondered how long I had been sleeping, wondered how long I had been here, wondered where Emily was. But as I turned over in bed, I saw that gorgeous hunk of man laying next to me, illuminated only by the moon. None of this seemed very important to me, anymore. He was gorgeous, and how ever he got there, I was pleased ... happy for it. Even in his sleep, his cock was up and ready for action ... fully erect and ready to fuck me.
Gently I began to shake his shoulder and then moved my fingers down over his hard, brawny chest, through the thick hair and closed my trembling fingers around his big cock. It surprised me; its thickness was greater than I expected and it was longer than I thought. His body stirred, drowsily, like he was having an erotic dream. But suddenly his eyes popped open, wide and he, too, remembered where he was-and with whom.
His hand reached out and grabbed hold of one of my tits and he began squeezing it, playing with it and sending thrills to all parts of my body. It only took him half an instant to wake up, to be fully alert, and he turned and took me in his arms, encircling me in that ring of massive muscle, crushing me close against his body, squeezing my big melons against his chest.
"Oh, baby, I'm so fucking hot. So fucking horny. I could fuck the daylights out of you," he whispered into my ear.
"Don't worry about being hot and bothered," I confided. "I'm sure I can take care of that," I said, squeezing my hand on his dick.
"Show me then, baby. Show me how good you are. Show me what you can do in that case," he said. "Show me what you learned from me," he continued, rolling onto his back once again, offering his body to me, with his hands behind his head.
"Alright, sweetie, I'll show you how good I am," I answered, moving down between his legs until my head was hovering just above his tremendous manhood.
Without any delay my tongue darted out of my mouth and I began to lick at his balls, began to flick it along the length of his hot, sensitive cock. He shivered as I let my tongue run rampant up along the long huge rod and stop at the tip. He groaned, moved slightly in the bed and reached and grabbed my head.
"Eat that prick, baby. Come on, eat it, good! Let me give you a good fuck. My cock is aching to fuck that mouth of yours." His voice mumbled almost incoherently.
His words cut into me, sending thrills racing through my brain, sending rockets shooting wildly to every part of my body. It was great; it was marvelous, being here with him, so uninhibited, so free to do whatever we wanted. That's the way it was with me. That's the way it would always be with me, as far as I was concerned.
I opened my lips wide and took in the thick hard head, sucking it past my lips, and then moved my mouth hungrily downward, over the stem until I felt it pushing ... sliding into my throat. I stopped and began moving my mouth back and forth on what I had in there, slowly at first, then increasing the speed with my own excitement.
I began to move my mouth down harder, pushing it against the unyielding shaft before me until I gagged ... could hardly breathe. But over and over, I sucked him off until finally I made it all the way down on him and had his whole cock swallowed down my throat.
The saliva was running freely down my chin, running down the stiff shaft into the matted thick hair below.
He moaned, low in his throat, like an animal would do when he was fucking his mate. He began to move his hips up and down in perfect time with my hot, moist mouth.
He braced his elbows on the mattress and grabbed my head, tangling his fingers in my hair and holding me firmly between two large, strong hands.
"Don't move any more. Let me do it. Let me fuck you," he demanded. And I obeyed; offering no resistance, letting him hold my head in place just as he wanted it.
It was very slow, very, very slow, at first. His hips moved only driving the tip in between my lips. Over and over he let me have that big throbbing head in my mouth, driving me insane, teasing as I licked and sucked wildly on the tip, letting my tongue slide down along the ridge into the little hole on top and taste some of the reward I would get when he was finished.
But he couldn't continue like this. His passion was mounting, as was mine, driving us insane. He plunged deeper, now, sending his thick cock further into my mouth. Inch by inch he pushed it in until the tip passed the back of my mouth and I swallowed him into me, again.
When he had succeeded in getting his whole cock into my mouth, succeeded in positioning my head in such a way that it could slide down my throat easily, he picked up the pace and began fucking me furiously in the face. Over and over, faster and faster he moved, until his whole body tensed and I was sure he was going to shoot, sure I was going to have that hot cum running down my throat. But suddenly he released my head and pulled his prick from my mouth.
He was ready now. Ready to stick that enormous cock up my cunt. And I was ready for him.
He pulled me in close to him and then pushed me back against the mattress. I let my head rest on a large pillow and smiled up at him as I opened my legs wide and raised my arms in a gesture, of total, complete, acceptance, complete surrender.
"You're good, baby."
"You're not bad yourself," I answered.
"You're some hot fuck!"
"That's what I'm waiting for-a nice hot fuck. A big dick like yours shoved up my cunt."
"You're gonna get it!"
"When?"
"In about five seconds!"
"Promise."
"You know it!"
"Okay," he said, "Open those legs-wide!"
"My pleasure," I answered. "Hoist that pussy up, baby, so I can get in there."
"Yes sir," I said, smiling again.
"Open up, baby," he demanded in a coarse voice as he positioned his own body and pointed his weapon toward my cunt.
As I felt the tip slide in I gasped and clutched at the hunk of man looming over me. I tried to pull him down on top of me, tried to get that prick all the way up into me. But he held me steady.
"Hold it, baby. I got nine hot, throbbing inches for you, and you're going to get it all, but you're going to get it my way. But just take it easy!"
"I'll try," I said.
"Okay, baby, now take it slow," he continued, as he pushed harder, driving it into my body.
He lowered himself down on to me and I felt his body pushing gently against my tits. He was on his hands and knees over me and the hair on his chest just barely touched my nipples, which were straining upward, erect, aching for the touch of his hard body. He moved his body from side to side so that the nipples moved through his wiry hairs like two pink fingers moving in a black jungle.
I drew in my breath sharply, and raised my legs around his waist, pushing my heels into his taut buttocks.
I grabbed hold of his broad, muscular shoulders and pulled towards me ... pleading with him without words, begging him to get on with it.
Slowly he lowered his hips lower until the huge head of his prick moved in further along the canal; moved up higher into my warm quivering cunt. His prick was rock-hard, like a lead pipe. It felt like a crow bar was probing, prying me apart, opening my lips as he slid forward and pushed more of his hot flesh into my already wrecked insides.
I could tell by how he was straining himself that he must have wanted to shove it in and fuck me, one, two, three, and give me the full, hot load that was waiting to shoot out of his body into my trembling belly, but he was the type that wanted a nice long ride. He wanted to fuck for a good long time. Wanted to give it to me from tip to end, over and over until the two of us went mad with desire.
He let himself down onto his elbows and covered my mouth with his own, letting his tongue slip in between my open lips and give me thrills.
He slid his knees down a little so that his long shaft massaged the inside of my hot, red folds of cunt lips. He was lowering and raising his ass a little bit each time, giving me a little more of his prick, giving me a little more of the cock I wanted so badly all the way in me. He was giving us both enough time to savor every inch, every sensation that was moving through our bodies.
"Faster, baby, I gotta have it. I need it bad," I cried out to him. "Show me how good you can fuck me. Fuck me good, hot nuts. Real good. Hard. Fast."
"Take it nice and slow, baby. Nice and slow. Else it will be over before we want it to be."
I could hardly control myself anymore and my neck seemed to have a neck of its own; my head rolled back and forth out of my control. My legs increased their grip on his waist. I was holding on to him so tightly that he had to strain to prevent himself from being pulled down on top of me and filling me with his meat, filling me to the hdt, with his hard, hot, sword.
I felt my fingernads digging into his shoulders and it seemed to drive him into me further. He was breathing hot and hard and being turned on more with each second that passed. I knew he was enjoying the sight of me squirming around under him, in agony ... needing him to give it to me, to fuck that cunt the way I had to have it. I knew he must have enjoyed the sight of this bitch, desperately desiring him; desperately needing him to fuck her. He must feel like some sort of ancient God.
But suddenly, as if he lost all control, he lowered himself down onto my body, crushing me, squeezing my big, soft tits with my hard nipples and letting his cock slide all the way into my wet, hot cunt, which was already tightening ... jerking, holding on to every hard inch of him that he had offered earlier. He was driving me insane, there was no question; pushing me further than I could ever remember being pushed by any man.
"How is it?" he asked.
"I love it!"
"How much?"
"More than I can say," I moaned into his ear. "Give me that beautiful cock," I begged. "Let me have it between my legs. That's where it's all at," I gasped in ecstasy, not trying to hide any of the passion I was feeling. Not trying to be calm. I loved it-loved every inch of him.
His balls were floating around in their sacs, swimming in juice that was just aching to shoot out. Aching to shoot into my squirming cunt. And I knew the pressure in his cock must be mounting until when he came it would be powerful enough to rip my insides loose.
He wasn't moving, now. He was just laying still, letting me do all the work. Letting me fuck his cock for all I was worth. Letting me grind my hips. Letting me bump and grind his body. But I couldn't get very far without him cooperating. I couldn't lift his weight and only an inch or so moved in my cunt.
"Take it slow, baby," he demanded through clenched teeth.
"I can't," I moaned out.
"You gotta!"
"Why?"
"Because I'm gonna shoot. I'm gonna fill that cunt full of hot cum and it'll be over."
"I can't," I moaned again. "Sure you can," he said, grabbing hold of my hips and holding me steady; holding me still in position.
"I didn't say a word; didn't do a thing. I just dug my finger nads into him hard, trying to get him to fuck me. But with him holding me still and not permitting me to get any of the fucking motion inside of me I began to float back to earth. I began to come back to reality, slowly, but steadily.
After a short time had elapsed, he began a slow in and out movement, giving his prick a gentle push and allowing it to bury itself up to the hdt in my cunt. It felt wonderful having my cunt completely full of him; completely wrapped around him and squeezing at the hard flesh of his prick. It was wanted, I felt sure. It was what we both needed. His prick on the brink of exploding. Every nerve in it was on edge. My cunt was as hot as liquid lead wrapped around his prick and aching for every thrust of his hips.
Then suddenly, he stopped again, pulled out completely, pulled himself free of my hole, leaving me flat, leaving me lifeless under him. He got to his hands and knees once more above me.
When he was in position he crawled toward the head of the bed and stopped only when his big dick was hanging ... big, hot and angry like a club right over my face.
Slowly ... evenly, with little pressure, he lowered it toward my mouth and used his stiff flesh to spread my lips apart.
I opened them slowly, gently, and he lowered his large cock head right into position, filling my mouth. I raised my hands to his ass and began to finger his anus, his balls, and began to pull him into me harder ... faster, tighter.
That's great. You've got some hips," he sneered.
I wanted to cry out and tell him what a cock he had, tell him how good it was, tell him how good it tasted, how good it felt, but I couldn't say anything. I could only moan.
I could see him, see his head as he watched every movement, as he watched his huge dick digging further and further into my mouth. Like a drill, he moved into me.
My lips closed over his throbbing prick and my mouth ... my tongue worked in lazy circles.
I felt like a charge of high voltage electricity was running through my body as I began to shake ... quiver, beneath him, tried to take more of him into my mouth, tried to swallow him down my throat, again.
The sensation was unbelievable as he continued lowering it deeper into my throat, feeling the muscles in my throat collapse under his forceful persuasion. My tongue was going as if it had a mind of its own.
It seemed like we had been in this position forever, and I didn't mind. I reveled in the feeling of him lowering his cock into my face slowly, filling me over and over, letting me suck on his huge cock head, watching me choke and gag on his meat when he buried it down in the depths of my throat.
My own excitement was rising, bringing me to the boiling point, rising out of control, as I laid beneath his body, eating his prick, and my tongue raced out of control, working with maddening joy, probing, licking at the hard flesh of his manhood; massaging the rod that was deep in my mouth until the guy on top of me could stand it no longer.
He pulled away and moved down my legs, spreading them wide as he went. He buried his face into the moist patch of hair over my cunt. I began moaning out loud the moment his hot tongue touched the outer lips of my ravaged pussy. His talented tongue began to drain the tension out of me and I began to relax into a euphoric haze, engulfed in a blanket of depraved passion.
"Come on, baby," he said, "tell me how much you like it."
"It's heaven," I cried. "It's just too good to be true. Too good to be really happening."
I could tell I was turning him on again. His tongue was darting in and out of my cunt, going insane, sucking on my clitoris and moving all over my body. He came away from my cunt and began licking up and down "on my sides, high, making me writhe and quiver with excitement.
My head was thrown back across the pillow and my legs spread wide. My knees slightly raised, and my stud was sprawled between my legs on his stomach, his hot mouth poised directly over my burning woman flesh. He was watching it and staring at my cunt as he opened the lips with his finger and began looking at my swollen clitoris.
He was exploring all of that luscious, moist, pinkness, and with each of his movements he made me move ... wiggle a little more on the bed.
My clitoris was standing up like a toy soldier, tall and proud. And he gave it a firm lick with his stiff tongue as I gasped out loud, spreading my legs even wider for him. Then he began running his tongue all over the inside until it felt like he was moving up one side of the erect, swollen clitoris, and then down the other side of the hole which had such an effect on the destiny of mankind.
"That delicious, gaping hole; that cunt of love, that molten hole of fire, that glorious cunt," I thought to myself as I felt all the pleasure generating from that source.
Before he shoved his tongue in fully, he stopped for a second and then stiffened it and lifted the inside wall of my pussy. I felt the softness, the wetness, pressed against his tongue, the availability of which turned him on.
His chin was saturated with my love juices and his cheek was slippery as I moved myself up and down on it, giving me more of a sensation.
"Please, baby, I've gotta have it now. No more torture. You have to. You have to give it to me. You have to fuck me. You have to do it to me. Now. You have to do it to me now."
"Alright, baby," he managed through clenched teeth. Pulling away from my cunt he rolled over on his back next to me, holding his dick up straight in the air. "Okay baby, you want it? Go get it. You know what to do!"
I jumped up and straddled his body, grabbed him around the neck and bringing my moist lips against him, allowing his tongue to slip into my mouth, moving around and playing tag with my own tongue. As he continued to thrill me with his maddening french kiss, I gradually moved into position so that my cunt was poised over the head of his stiffened joint. I began squirming wildly as I settled over him and worked it into me, deeper and deeper. It seemed to take forever, until, finally it sank all the way in to the base and the sensation rushed through my body like a giant tidal wave washing over the sea.
Finally it was complete. Finally he was all the way inside of me again. Deep into me; every bit of him, sending sensations racing through me such as I had never experienced.
I sat up straight and spread my legs as wide as I could so as to tighten the connection, to allow him to give me more of the hard, throbbing staff between his legs. Slowly, I started moving up and down in a riding motion as he lay still beneath me. I fucked him for all I was worth. All he had to do was lie there, sprawled out on the bed and enjoy himself. He could hold on to my tits, play with them, do anything he wanted, because I was wildly humping away on his shaft. I was moving like a crazy sex maniac and I loved it! My cunt was flowing so freely it was running down the length of his cock. It glistened in the moonlight and his brush was matted with my juices.
Nothing mattered at this point. Absolutely, positively, nothing! When I was joined together with a man by something like he had, I enjoyed every second of it.
I was moving quickly, now, fast, furious, on his large sword that slid home into its sheath every time I completed a stroke. My ass repeatedly slapped against his hard brush making a loud sucking sound that drove both of us on further ... faster, exciting us both to our limits. Before long, the bed springs groaned out beneath us, registering their complaints as we bounced up and down began singing an erotic sound that inflamed us still more.
It was wild ... wanton, and we both knew we were going to come any minute ... any second it was going to happen and we couldn't stop it.
He grabbed me, suddenly, and flipped me over on the bed without taking it out of my cunt or missing a single stroke. With another switch and tug, he got me under him.
I was back on the mattress now, with my legs high in the air, crazy out of my mind with passion ... excitement. I needed to be turned on, now.
He took over the humping as smoothly and as automatically as I had been doing. We continued in the same rhythm, but this time it was running down the home stretch. We were racing out of control, now, running for the finish line.
He hunched down over me more closely than ever. His rough coarse hair scratched my tender nipples and I tightened my legs around his waist, bringing my arms up around his neck.
He shoved his hands under my back and moved them down until he had a soft ass-cheek in each hand, then he started fucking harder and harder, and drawing me upward with his strong brawny arms, so that his cock drove steadily down into my cunt and filled me completely.
"Give it to me," he cried, "Give it all to me!"
"It's in, baby, it's all in," I whimpered back.
"Squeeze it. Work at it. Love it. Suck it. Work that cunt on it. Work those muscles, baby."
I let out a yell of joy and began moaning more loudly than I had all evening-all week. I didn't care who heard me, not caring who I disturbed. I was too far gone, too involved in my fucking.
"That's it," I heard his voice, "That's really fucking. Keep it up, baby. Turn me on." he cried out, oblivious to everything. Oblivious to the world, oblivious to anything but his thick nine inches that lodged deep into my cunt.
"I'm coming! I'm coming!" he screamed over and over, clutching me tighter than ever, digging his fingers into the soft flesh of my ass.
"Give it to me," I shouted back. "Give it to me, good! Give me every last inch of that cock ... all of it. Juice me up; fill my cunt full. Beautiful men! Do it!"
Then it happened and the flood squirted insanely through the long shaft of his joint and it jerked spasmodically as I felt it flood into the dark, hot, wet sweetness of my cunt. And my own cunt burst. And he kept plunging into me as my love juice flowed. Oh, the sensation was unbelievable. It was almost painful. But it was beautiful, wonderful. Too fabulous to be pain. It was living.
Suddenly Emily burst into the room, looked around and started yelling about who's living. But we didn't care. We were too exhausted and completely spent to care. We both just lay there, his massive tool slowly softening and still oozing its thick cream while his chest rose and fell. And for my part, I couldn't have cared what happened. My whole body was numb except for my pussy, and it felt heavenly. I could feel the juices still seeping from the distended hole, leaking from between the relaxed and swollen lips, making a puddle under me that could only serve as a testament to joy.
CHAPTER NINE
It was in the middle of the winter season and Seal was moping around the house, depressed because she really loved the summer; hated the cold. She had been this way for some weeks, looking out the window, moping, not even wanting to go out. Hardly wanting to spread her legs to get screwed. She couldn't be bothered. She was like a dainty flower that blossomed during the summer time and during the cold winter months would seem to isolate and sleep. I hated to see her this way, knowing her true, vivacious nature.
One morning when Seal was particularly depressed by the blizzard raging outside, I called our travel agent and told him to arrange for passage for the two of us on a boat to Bermuda. When the confirmation came through in the mail and I showed it to Seal, she was wild with happiness. It was just what she needed to bring her out of her depression. She spent the remaining day pulling out her summer togs, planning her wardrobe and even lying under the sun lamp so that she wouldn't look like a "white northerner," when she got down to the sunny beaches of Bermuda.
The time passed quickly and the day of our departure came. Our bags were packed and sent ahead. Seal went over our mutual makeup case, making sure we had everything we would need-but most especially, our birth control pills. We were making doubly sure there weren't going to be any accidents on this trip. We hopped into a cab and instructed him to take us to the pier.
The traffic was intense, and a couple of blocks from the pier, Seal suggested that the two of us plow through the snow, otherwise we'd miss the sailing. We pulled our fur coats close and began our trek through the snow. When we were but a block away from the pier, Seal noticed a very tall and extremely handsome stevedore walking down the cobble-stoned street.
"That's a nice looking one," she whispered, wiping the snow from her eyes.
"Sure is," I added.
"I hope they have that type where we're going," she said.
"I'm sure we won't have any trouble finding people," I answered.
"All the same, it would be nice to say good bye to New York in the winter with a nice hot fuck from someone like that. In fact, from him, in particular."
"Sure would be," I said. "You want me to get him for you?"
"You're a doll!"
I couldn't resist the glow in her eyes and I went marching right over to the handsome dock hand.
"Sure is cold, today," I said, addressing him. "You shouldn't be cold in a coat like that," he replied, eyeing my coat.
"Well, I am," I answered through batting eyelashes.
"So am I. It always seems to be colder down here on the docks than anywhere else in the city."
"Only one way I know of to warm up," I responded.
"How's that?"
"Fuck, baby."
He laughed, a bit surprised at my language.
"But where," he asked. "Where are you going to fuck on a day like this?"
"Well, if you feel like it, just come along with us. We'll find a place."
The three of us headed the final block to the ship, boarded it and found our stateroom suite. We dropped our coats on the living room sofa and the dock hand began to lick his lips as his eyes appraised us. He flicked his line of vision from one of us to the other, not being able to decide which of the two he wanted to be with. We both looked our best for the sailing.
It was Seal who made the first move.
"Let's look this place over," she said, heading first toward my bedroom. The whole place seemed like a funeral parlor with all the flowers and fruit that our friends had sent us to see us off. And in my room, sitting on the bed, was a handsome young man about twenty years old.
"Who are you? What are you doing here?" I asked.
He handed me a note. I opened it and read.
"Dear Emily: Have a grand time down south, but before we could let you get out of New York, we wanted you to have one last good fuck and hope you won't be disappointed. We took up a collection and went down to forty-second street and picked out the youngest, humpiest and most experienced hustler we could find. We even checked out his meat. Baby, he's hung, and knows how to use it. Have a good time and remember us. Love, Charlie and the guys at the bar."
"What a wonderful thought," I said, handing the note to Seal. "Look at that, Seal, isn't he a groovy looking guy?"
"Yeah," she replied, after reading the note. "But let's see what he's got to offer."
The young man stood up, unbuckled his belt, slowly unzipped his fly and removed a huge bulky sweater. He stood before us with his pants open, his muscular chest exposed and his strong arms peeling his pants down, giving us a thrill as his huge tool popped free of its confinement. He was something like us in that he never wore underwear.
I felt my twat beginning to twinge with the expected excitement and sex that it would have with this handsome stud.
Seal walked over and gave his prick a feel and then turned to her deck hand, almost as though she couldn't decide which one to have first. Finally, she reached for the deck hand's hand.
"Come on, honey. I'll show you my room. I want to see what you've got to offer, too. But wait a minute. My sister probably does, too, so open up those pants and pull out that meat," she said.
He seemed a little shy but went to it right away. In a second there was a long powerful looking cock hanging out of his pants. It seemed that both he and the forty-second street hustler were both equally endowed. It really didn't matter which of the two we were going to be with. "Okay, honey, let's go," Seal said, and disappeared out of the room, leaving me alone with the handsome hustler.
The minute we were alone inside the bedroom, he walked over to me, taking me in his arms and kissed me fully on the mouth. Hard, demanding lips covered mine as his tongue wound its way between my lips and explored my teeth and the inside of my mouth.
I felt the firm maleness pressing into my body and my tits jumped to attention and my box started screaming out, wiggling and grinding against the hard meat.
He broke away and smiled. "You're a little vixen. Has it been that long since you've had it?"
"About an hour or two," I answered.
"You must really dig it."
"If I didn't, they wouldn't have sent you to me, would they?"
"I guess not. You don't look like the type that would have to pay."
"I don't."
"No, I guess not."
"How about a little less horse shit and a little more stud power, baby," I said, egging him on as I let my hands slide down over his hairy chest and flat stomach, and grabbed his cock, feeling the rough, hard manness of it.
He turned to the door and locked it, putting on a chain lock that I suppose was installed for such purposes. Then he turned toward me. "I can't very well fuck you with your clothes on, can I?"
"Not unless you're some sort of magician."
"Why don't you make yourself more comfortable?"
"I don't mind if I do," I answered, stripping out of my clothes before he could say, "cunt humper."
I stood before him, nude, my large breasts rising and falling with each breath that I took. "That's some tool you have there, baby," I said, moving closer to him and fingering his swinging meat.
"Not as nice as those knockers," he said, taking my big tits in his hands and squeezing them gently.
"If you like what you see, kiss it," I said, jokingly.
"That's not a bad idea," he said, lowering his head down onto my already hardened nipples.
"That sure feels good," I said, backing up and leaning against the wall.
"Taste good, too."
"I could just lay around and get my tits sucked all day long."
"That's good, because I love to eat tits, baby. It really turns me on."
"So I see," I answered, letting my hands roam down between his legs, pushing his springy hard-on down and watching it bounce back up.
"But I have bigger and better things in mind for us."
"Well, I hope so," I answered him. "If all I wanted was my big melons sucked, I could do it myself. I don't need a hot stud like you to do it for me."
"Strip out of those shoes and get over there on the bed," he demanded.
"Is that an order?" I asked.
"If you want this, it is," he said, pointing to his cock.
"Lordy me," I said. "No one could resist a piece of meat like that."
Quickly I stepped out of my shoes. I was now completely naked and exposed to this guy's big eyes.
"That's some body you have there, baby. I'll bet you're some hell of a hump."
"When you do it as often as I do, you become pretty experienced and you know what to do and when to do it."
"I'm looking forward to that."
"Well, get the rest of your things off and let's get started. My poor little pussy is just begging to be screwed."
"And so it will be, baby. It'll be screwed like it's never been screwed before."
"I doubt that very much, but you can try."
"Nothing like a little flattery to turn a guy on," he answered, sarcastically.
"Well, I always tell the truth. Sometimes people don't like it, but that's their problem. I find life a lot easier that way; never getting tied up in any situation that I can't get out of. If you're always truthful with somebody, they'll always know what to expect. Seal and I have always made that a practice."
"I guess if you look at it that way, it's okay."
"Besides, you wouldn't want me to tell you that it's the biggest prick I've ever had, when it's not. As far as a screw goes, we haven't even started, so how can I know what you're like in bed?"
"I get pretty hard and horny when I'm sleeping with someone like you," he said.
"If you get half as hot and horny as I do, it's going to be one helluva fuck session."
Suddenly he closed the gap between us and took me in his arms. The action was enough to tell me he didn't want to talk any more; didn't want to continue the conversation. He had other things on his mind. And that was just fine with me. I wasn't much of a talker myself when there was a naked man close by-close enough to reach out and touch, especially when he had a big swinging dick bobbing up and down between his legs. And so, I gave myself over to him, willingly, happily, and hoped for the best. Once again, his tongue was pushing past my lips while his hand found its way down my back and onto my buttocks.
His fingers dug in brutally, pulling me into his grinding prick as it pressed into my belly. I felt the urgency there, the need generated through his body. I hoped he'd be able to control it, be able to hold back. I didn't want a one-two-three, bang, and it's all over sort of thing. I don't particularly care for that kind of a screw. Don't particularly care for the guy to dip his prick in, give three strokes and shoot his load. That's not my kind of a scene. I like to go on for a long time unless it's absolutely necessary to get it over quickly ... immediately.
I once gave it to a guy in a men's room in a gas station while his wife was waiting in the car.
If the situation is like that, I can see a fast hump. But when you seem to have as much time as the two of us did, I enjoy a lengthy session.
Suddenly his body began moving and pushing me back across the bed until I felt the mattress pressing against the back of my legs. For a moment, an embrace, then he eased me down on to the bed.
Not wasting any time, he quickly joined me. And now the two of us were lying ... eager ... ready and willing to tear at each other's body.
For a long time he stared at me, letting his glance flow from my hair, down over my big tits, across my firm small belly, my flaring hips, then down over the ivory white of my legs.
He sure did appreciate what he saw, and I could tell by his reaction ... by the look in his eyes ... by the stiffness of his prick, that he was looking forward with great enthusiasm and eagerness, to what was about to happen.
His hips were undulating, pushing that big stiff prick of his into my leg, letting me feel the stiffness of his masculinity.
Suddenly he changed his position and came between my spread legs ... his fingers worked rhythmatically up my flesh until he again had a nipple in each of his hands, squeezing them ... teasing them. I could feel the pleasure from him throughout my body.
From the other room I heard peals of laughter and the bed squeeking, and I knew that Seal was enjoying herself as much as I.
My own hips were now undulating up and down, off the mattress. They were trying to tell the stud to get on with it; trying to tell him that I wanted it, but he still took his sweet time about it.
Then he was bending forward, but perhaps he was positioning himself ... getting ready to plug me ... to spread those legs and lips of mine wide and give me that cock of his. But instead his tongue came to rest on one of my swollen nipples. He began licking and sucking at my tender flesh, again.
He slid down, tracing a line over my belly until he grabbed hold of my cunt and began massaging it slowly, firmly.
He worked his fingers up until they came to rest in the thick bush that covered my hole of joy. Slowly he pressed down with his fingers and began to separate them, slipping his finger into my hot, straining hole.
His fingers moved slowly, inward, setting m nerves on end, setting that part of me on fire with desire. My whole body tingled and screamed for release.
"Give me more, baby," I screamed out, "Give me more of that finger. Let it turn me on. Get me ready for that cock of yours," I begged. I was really hot, and impatient to get on with the screwing now. Right now!
"Don't worry, baby, you're going to have this big swinging dick right up that hole," he said, grasping his hard prick with his other hand.
"I want it now, baby!"
"Soon. I'll give it to you, soon. I want to look at you, first ... feel you ... touch you ... lick you."
I was really hot. I was so horny that I wanted to spread my legs and let him take me then and there. This business of frigging me with just two fingers wasn't such a good idea; I could do that for myself, too. And if he didn't let me have it soon, didn't spread those legs and mount me, I would probably rape him.
It was the perfect timing. In a second, he inserted another finger and began his pace, moving in and out of my hole. I arched my back upward to give him better access to my little pussy.
As I felt his slippery fingers sliding over my clitoris, I ground my pussy up even further, impaling myself even deeper onto them until I had them all the way, up tight in my hole.
His large prick was bobbing up and down, pulsating, needing relief, as much as my little box and I knew that he'd soon have to give in. Soon he would have to mount me and screw the life out of me. He would give me that big, beautiful prick that I wanted so badly. It was only a matter of time before I could claim the prize, and feel the whole length of his rod slipping into me, into the sensitive flesh of my cunt hole.
There was no doubt in my mind that I wanted this humper to possess me, to really give me a good fucking. I wanted it more than I had ever wanted it before. But truthfully, I have to admit that that's the way I always feel while I'm with someone I want to screw me, so I guess it isn't really valid at all. But still, that's the way I felt, and that's the way it was with me, and perhaps, that's why I enjoyed screwing so much.
My hustler was moving, now, changing his position, and again I thought, this was to be it. I thought that he was about to plug me, give me that beautiful cock, right up my slit ... until I screamed for mercy. But he didn't. Instead, his body slithered up along my own until he was sitting on my tits, pressing them flat against his firm buttocks, with his big prick waving and throbbing right in front of my face. No one had to draw me a diagram. I had been with enough men to know that he wanted me to suck him off for awhile ... to get my hot tongue wrapped around that prick.
I lifted my head off the mattress and began licking; flicking my tongue out at the tip, making him moan on top of me. Suddenly, his hands grabbed my head and lifted me until his large dong could slide easily into my mouth.
I opened my mouth and let the first couple of inches slip in. He shivered and shook, on top of me and I knew he was enjoying it.
His enjoyment seemed to be contageous ... seemed to spread throughout my whole body, and in a moment I was groaning out and sucking wildly, letting him slip into my face as far as I could and still breathe.
Back and forth, up and down, it went. All the while I was sliding my tongue over the entire length of his long, hot prick. I grabbed hold of his balls, massaging them, wanting to give him even more pleasure ... to allow him the maximum.
His hips worked in time with my mouth, now. He had gotten off my chest and was kneeling with his knees on either side of my body. His hands were resting on the wall, behind my head, and he was pumping wildly, furiously, into my face. Suddenly, it occurred to me that he might decide to shoot his load this way, and where the hell would I be, with my twat aching to be screwed? I'd be left hanging up a tree, so I tried to pull my head away. But it was no use; he had positioned me helpless. I was beginning to worry about the situation, but then, I knew the signs which told me to control myself ... that he wasn't ready to come yet ... he wasn't even that hot, yet.
But I decided that as soon as I felt that prick in my mouth begin to throb, getting ready to spring back and shoot, I'd bite the sonofabitch's dong off before he got so much as a drop of cum in my mouth.
It wasn't that I didn't like that white, hot, oozing liquid in my mouth, or anything like that. It's just that when I wanted to get screwed, nothing stopped me, and I hoped, for his sake, that he didn't try anything funny.
He read my mind, he was backing off and pulling out.
"You're some little cocksucker," he moaned. "When I want to be, I'm good at anything I do."
"Well, let's hope you're as good in the hump department."
"That's my specialty," I said. "I've humped more cocks than you have ever seen."
"I don't doubt that for a minute."
"If the truth were known, I suppose we're nothing but a pair of big whores, but we love every minute of it-and we aren't ashamed of
"There's no reason for you to be ashamed, if one enjoys it. When girls look like you and your sister, they should be proud of it."
"How about a little more action," I prodded him on.
"For you, baby, anything."
"I think you know what I want!"
"Well, you're about to get it!" he smiled, "You're about to have it slide right up into you until my balls bounce off that tender little ass hole of yours."
"Promises!"
Then in a flash, he was sliding down along my body, positioning himself between my open legs, opening me wide. I knew this was it. I began shivering and shaking as needles of anticipation raced through my body.
I knew it was going to happen, and I couldn't wait. My body was out of control, now, as I arched my back up off the mattress, grinding my pussy into the air.
"You're hot, baby, aren't you?"
"You know it!"
"Does everyone turn you on like this?"
"No, just the guy I'm with."
He chuckled, slightly. I was sure that he couldn't believe what was happening. Most people didn't. Suddenly I found myself moving faster, bouncing up and down more quickly on his prick; moving my body in time with his ass. As the speed increased, so did the sensations, so did his hips. Everything was moving now. Our bodies thrashed; our hands grabbed at each other, clutched at each other, as the hump came down full into me.
"Give it to me!" I cried out above him, letting my hand run through the hair on his chest.
"You're gonna get it, baby. You're gonna get the whole prick, the whole load, and it ain't gonna be very long!" he gasped, reaching up and grasping hold of my tits, leaving me free to thrust myself onto his hot flesh.
"C'mon, baby, hump me! Give it to me wildly. Open me wide. Shove it all the way into me, up into my face."
Suddenly his legs opened wide, allowing him to penetrate my hot, dripping hole even faster, harder, deeper. I began whimpering out loud, filling the room with my animal sex sounds as my body was built up to an unbelievable degree.
This was it, I knew. His body had tensed completely and he was moaning, gasping, screaming at me.
And then it happened! "I'm coming! Now, babe," he screamed, "Now! Give it to me, now! I'm shooting! I'm filling that cunt full!"
And I did. I moved quickly and as hard as I could, feeling him shoot inside of me. In another moment, in an instant, I would be coming, overflowing with juice. And I came!
It dripped out of me in floods, clung to his slick shaft and was quickly pressed back into his thick bush.
The explosions and the sensations were delicious. I felt my love juices draining me of strength. Then my passion abated. I was unaware of anything that was happening. I wasn't even aware that he was collapsing on top of me, moaning the moans of animal lust. I felt his stiff prick inside of me, and I knew that the time had come. It was over for both of us ... or I thought it was. I didn't realize how violent this guy's climaxes were. His body continued to jerk in violent convulsions, pounding his hips against me, forcing his slimy cock deeper inside me. His shoulders shook, his head thrashed back and forth, and in a minute, he lay still on top of me; collapsed, exhausted. I was in the same condition. There was nothing left to do but relax. In a few minutes we were both sound asleep.
I woke up a few hours later and Seal was standing over me. shaking me.
"Well, baby, you really done it this time," she said.
'What do you mean?" I asked. "Well, just this. The boat sailed nicely and we're on our way to Bermuda."
"That's great!"
"You think so! Look what's laying next to you."
"Oh, my God! Didn't he get off?"
"No, he didn't get off. And he doesn't have a ticket."
"How about your guy?"
"Oh, he made it to shore, on the pilot's boat."
"How was he?"
"Oh, he was okay. And how's this guy?"
"Wait until you give him a thrill! He's fantastic. He'll wake up nerve endings you didn't know existed."
"Sounds promising. What are we going to do with him?"
"Well, there's not too much we can do. We'll take him to Bermuda with us. He'll be good to entertain us."
I sat up in the bed, shoving the sheet down and revealed the hustler's naked, sleeping form. There was his limp prick lying there between his legs. "Nice piece of work, isn't it, Seal?"
"Not bad, at all. What are we going to do with it, Emily?"
"We'll just keep it in our room. It's a guarantee against a long, lonely night. I mean, we've never gone on a cruise before and it's always good to have an ace in the hole."
"We could pay his passage, I suppose."
"Fuck paying his passage. We'll keep him down here in our room, safe and secure, and there's plenty of fruit here for him to eat. Don't worry about it."
The rest of our trip to Bermuda was filled with sucking and fucking. Long days of playing and long nights of loving. Between Seal and I, we went through just about every male capable of getting it up on board the ship. That includes the ship's crew, also. And it wasn't kept secret, either. Pretty much everyone on the whole ship knew that the two of us were hot to trot, and pretty much willing to take on anyone. The women on the ship, of course, resented it. They snubbed us, insulted us, and tried to put on the high and mighty act. But this didn't bother us. We could probably buy and sell most of them, anyway. The women on the ship were livid with anger and jealousy when they'd see us strolling to the dining salon and sit at the captain's table. Each of us dressed in an original gown, and dripping with diamonds or some other precious gems. We came to be on such good terms with the ship's chef that he sent snacks to our suite which was a good thing because most of the fruit turned out to be crummy and we had to feed our little cunt humping hustler some way. He couldn't live on our cunt juices, alone.
The whole trip on the ship was one series of humps after humps. If Seal wasn't in the state room getting fucked, she was sucking off one of the engine hands down in the engine room, and if I wasn't getting screwed in my bed-which was most of the time-I was swimming in the pool, groping and feeling as many guys as had the nerve to hop in. There was one guy that had such a fantastic build that I gave such a grope to that he got a roaring hardon and couldn't get out of the pool for fear of embarrassment.
So I swam over to him, under water, and startec tugging at his suit, pulling it down and off. He started to struggle with me, as if he didn't want to go along with this action, but I got to him. He remembered who I was and within a few seconds, I was giving him an underwater blow job. I had to keep bouncing to the surface every few minutes for air, but on the whole, it was pretty much fun, but I felt his prick tensinj and getting ready to shoot. I pulled my hea( back and jerked him off the rest of the way. I was awfully interesting to see him shoot his loa( under water; almost like I had an eye way up inside my twat and could watch him shoot into me and into my liquids. The white cream came oozing out like a stream into the turquoise water and immediately appeared globular and floated to the surface.
One evening, as I was coming back from dinner, I passed a very handsome man, and as he moved up the steps, I let my hand brush over his groin area and took a good feel, trying to size up the size of his prick; seeing if it would be worth the while to get a hump from him. He had plenty of available meat; much more than the other guy in the pool, and I was all set for a good lay.
"Hi, handsome," I said.
"Do I know you?" he returned.
"Not yet, but when you dig men as much as I do, you don't waste very much time getting introduced to them."
"I'm glad about that," he said, resting his hand on my shoulder. "You're a sexy looking number."
"You're not so bad yourself. You land of bring out the animal instinct in me," I smiled, moving closer to him.
"Well, you don't exactly leave me cold, either."
"You're the kind of guy a girl looks for when she's really hot and wants to get a good lay. I'll bet you can really carry on, really swing on the mattress."
"You know it, baby!" He sounded so confident, with his inflated male ego.
"What're we standing here on the stairs, for, anyway? It's kind of stupid, when we could be locked away in some little room and you could be beating me to death with that club cock of yours," I said, grabbing his prick through his pants again.
"You really turn on fast."
"I'm always turned on. I never turn off."
"And here, I thought it was me."
"I'm turned on more than usual, though. So don't worry about it. You can still keep your ego high."
"If you hump as well as you talk, you must be one helluva lay," he smiled, pulling me even closer. He rubbed his already hard prick against my leg.
"That's some baseball bat you've got there," I said, grinding my body hard against his.
"That's to hit home runs with, baby. Right out of the park."
"How about playing a little ball in this field," I said, seductively undulating my hips.
"Love to. Can't think of anything I'd rather do. I'd love to take a swing at that mound of yours."
"I'm not going to play ball right here, on the stairs, though," I said.
"If you get me any hotter, you will."
"I'll get you hotter ... but not here!"
"Did you arrange for a place?"
"Yes, there's a lovely little suite on 'A' Deck that's all ready and waiting," I said, thinking of Seal's room, with the hustler and her performing in the next room.
"You mean to tell me I really turn you on like that, so quick?"
"Oh, you do. You really do. I swear. You're the biggest, handsomest man I've met in a long time. I can't wait. I really can't wait to get at your body. I can't wait to get my juicy moist lips on that big throbbing cock head of yours. Can't wait to suck it up ... take it all the way up to the balls, deep into my throat ... have you fuck my mouth silly. Have you grind and bump your hips right into my face; rubbing that beautiful masculine brush against my face."
"That's what I like to hear. That's the way you can really get me all hot and bothered."
"Tell me about your body," I moaned out to him, getting in front of him and putting my hands on his shoulders.
"What about it, baby? You can see it."
"No, I can't. Your clothes hide it. Do you have a hairy chest? Do you have muscles?"
"I've got a nice big curly mat for you to run your fingers through. As far as muscles go, I've got them in places you've never dreamed of."
"That really turns me on. I love to suck on a nice hairy chest while running my hands up and down a well muscled thigh. Is your cock as big as it seems? Can it ram up my cunt and make me scream with ecstasy?"
"My cock is big. But it gets bigger and fatter with each stroke it takes. It can ram you till you can't take it any more. It'll plow you so hard, you'll scream for mercy. My body and my prick were put together for women like you; ones who really want it and can appreciate it."
"Come on, let's go to my state room," I said.
"No, in a second. I have to go meet some people and tell them I won't be around for awhile."
"No. No. I have to have it now," I screamed. "I've got to have it, I can't wait. I'll go nuts."
I fell on my knees in front of his big cock and groped at it through the material.
"Come on, baby, hold on. Play it cool. What if someone comes?"
"I can't. I can't. I have to have it now, this instant," I rasped, pulling his fly down and reaching in and grabbing hold of his swollen tool. I pulled it out and caressed its arrow-like head with my fingertips. "Give it to me!" I moaned. "I need it!"
Then, in a second, my tongue was running up and down the length of it, making him quiver and shake, above me.
"Oh, baby," he moaned, "Oh, suck it; eat it all. Turn me on the way I know you can. Make me go crazy ... the way you are. Make me want to fuck you this minute."
"Oh, sweetheart, you're ripe and ready. This cock is so beautiful. It's just meant for my big, hot, thick, swollen tongue."
"Yeah, baby, yeah. You've got me! You've got me good. Eat my meat. Eat that joint between my legs."
"Oh," I moaned, caressing his prick. "This'll feel like nothing you've ever felt before. This will be the best cock licking you've ever had. The best tongue you've ever had, but remember, this is only my tongue, now. Only my tongue working over your meat. Nothing else. I'm not going to even eat it yet. I'm not going to take it into my big hot mouth and let you feel my teeth against it. I'm just going to lick it all over ... from your balls right up to that oozing head."
"Okay, baby. Good cock-licker, that's you!"
"Wait 'till you feel me eat it. Wait till you feel me wrap these hot lips around it."
"Yeah, baby. Put those juicy, ripe lips of yours right over that swollen dick of mine. Eat me. You hear! Suck me off!"
Suddenly I was standing, letting my fingers work at the buttons of his shirt, letting my hands slide onto his bare, hairy chest.
"Oh, baby, you have some body. You really turn me on. You really weren't kidding when you said you had a body and a cock that were made for women like me. A woman who can appreciate it and get the most out of it."
"What are you doing here? What are you doing now? Why aren't you on your knees making love to that cock and eating it?"
"I'm getting you ready. I'm getting me ready. Getting both of us ready."
I felt my body burning with passion. I was really turned on. I was being driven insane with passion and I didn't care where I was or what was happening.
"Kneel down, you whore!"
Without thinking, without waiting a second, I obeyed him and once again fell to my knees in front of his stiff tool. I wasn't concerned about getting him into the state room now. Wasn't even worried that we might be discovered having sex on the stairs right outside the main dining salon.
"You want me to eat your cunt, don't you baby? Isn't that what you want?"
"Yeah, that's what I want. That's what my twat needs."
"Okay, let's have that licking you promised! That hard dick is staring you in the face, waiting. Let's see you lick it good, all the way.
I reached out, grabbed hold of his thighs and buried my head in his brush, sticking my tongue, snake-like, into the curly mass of hair. I worked it back and forth over the dark patch.
He moaned above me as my tongue moved onto his ramrod. I ran a moist line up and down the length of it, licking it, kissing it, nibbling on its head.
At last I opened my mouth wide and took the throbbing tool in. I bobbed back and forth, in a humping motion, sending shivers of passion throughout my body.
"Don't forget the balls, sweetheart. Don't forget to lick those big balls hanging there. They're hot and waiting for that tongue of yours."
I couldn't forget them. I couldn't ever forget them, so beautiful, so big, so warm. My tongue swirled at them, making his body shiver with the contact. All of a sudden my hands reached for his belt and in a second his pants were down, around his ankles. He was so hot, he didn't know what happened. He just reached for my dress, pulling it up and exposing my sensitive little slit for his actions.
"Oh, how delicious," I screamed. "It's going to be so fantastically good."
He edged my body down to the floor and I felt myself screaming; 'fuck me, you big whore-master. Plunge that hot poker into this hungry pussy. Give me a real hot fucking."
He did just that: taking his stiff rod, he drove it all the way into my now sensitive twat. I began jerking my body, spasmodically. He was driving me insane.
His body pounded against me, unmercifully, and I felt his stiff rod sliding in and out of my juicy little pussy, making me squirm and writhe under him in passionate delight. I couldn't stand it much longer and I felt the explosions begin. My juices were flowing wildly, like a river, drowning his cock head, and I tensed my body. My head thrashed back and forth as I experienced the complete thrill of release.
His body, too, began to stiffen and I felt his cock head enlarge and shoot his white cream deep into me, filling my hole with his sexy liquid.
As we lie there, recuperating from our ordeal, in the background I heard a woman screaming in shock and disbelief. I turned my head, and looking up saw an old matronly prune standing above us screaming and carrying on like a cat when you step on its tail. Within a few seconds, she had attracted a pretty large crowd, including the captain of the ship. And there we were, the stud and me, lying on the stair landing. Me with my skirt up and he with his pants down, both of us still joined together by his huge cock. Needless to say, I was a little embarrassed, but I finally made my way back to my state room.
The next day the captain visited us and informed us that our company was no longer appreciated and when we got to Bermuda, we were expected to leave the ship.
Which is what we did-along with my forty-second street hustler. The three of us flew back to the great city of New York, where people are a little more understanding when it comes to fucking and sucking, and all that.
CHAPTER TEN
Here I was. Emily was away for the weekend and I had come to our summer place at the shore. It was deserted, practically, this time of the year, but I didn't care. I wasn't chicken, and besides, I knew damned well that that handsome hunk of man would be there this weekend. That was the only reason why I really went.
I put on my sexiest two-piece bikini and began walking casually down the beach, until I saw him sun bathing on his beach. I began swaying my hips back and forth, and when I was sure he saw me, I smiled.
His own smile began at the corners of his lips. But then it spread across his mouth and he was smiling freely at me ... broadly, and his perfect white teeth shined in the sunlight
"Hi, there!" he called out to me.
"Hi," I managed to say, as I walked the few short steps closer to him.
"Out for a stroll?" he asked casually.
"Yes, but that's not all," I answered, smiling even more broadly now and letting him dangle, throwing him a lightly veiled proposition.
"Well, if you're not out for just a pleasure stroll, I take it you've come to see me since I'm the only person left down here."
"Yes, I did, as a matter-of-fact."
"I'm glad to hear that"
"I'm even gladder to hear that," I said, seductively, without wanting to put up any barriers, without wanting to hide anything.
"Where's your sister? She usually comes down here with you," he asked.
"Emily is back in the city. She had some things to attend to, this weekend."
"That's too bad."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, a nice young girl, like yourself, out here all by yourself. That doesn't seem quite right."
"I could say the same."
"What do you mean like that?"
"I mean, a nice looking guy like yourself, built like an Adonis, out here, spending your whole summer. And now that summer is gone, you're still out here, all by yourself. I haven't even seen you with anyone this summer. Don't you get lonely?"
"No," he replied.
"How can you not," I asked, moving closer to him.
"I just don't," he replied, nonchalantly-too nonchalantly for me to believe him.
"Well don't you need ... any companionship ... female, that is?"
Yeah, I suppose I do."
"Well, what do you do about that problem?"
"Not much."
"I can't understand that. A guy who looks as good as you, has a body like yours, and a...."
I stopped. I didn't want to get too bold too fast. After all, this is really the first time I met this stud. I didn't know what he was like and didn't know what he wanted. I didn't know what he'd enjoy. I was here. I was making myself available to him, and if he had half a brain in his head, he'd know it. And if he didn't, I'd know that soon enough, too, and take over from there.
He slowly got up and stood in the sand, stretching his body to its full size. By quick calculating, I took a guess that he was about six-two and from what I saw when I let my eyes move down over his chest and stare brazenly at the tremendous, long, thick lump in his bathing suit, I imagined that when it was hard and ready, it must have been about an even foot long.
"What's the matter? Are you cold, or something?" he asked, as I stood there, shivering in the hot sun from the sight of that enticing lump in his trunks.
"No ... I'm not cold. I'm quite warm, as a matter-of-fact. And I just had a nice tall drink before I started out on my little walk."
"Well, why are you shivering?"
"I don't know," I lied.
"Maybe it's too much sun."
"Maybe," I answered, trying desperately to tear my eyes from that spot in his trunks.
"Maybe we should move out of the sun, then. Why don't we go up there where the house shades the sand a little bit."
I was sure that my face was beet red. I was sure that he saw me staring at him, watching him. But I tried to act casual.
"Sure," I answered, moving slowly up along the beach toward the shade of the house.
When we were protected from the sun, he pointed down toward a blanket spread out. "Why don't we make ourselves comfortable?" he said.
"Sure," I answered, moving down onto the blanket and making myself comfortable in a most provocative position.
"If there's anything I can get for you, please feel free."
His towering frame left me speechless. For the first time in my life I couldn't get a word out of my mouth. I couldn't say anything. I was worried that if I said anything at all, the words would come tumbling out of my mouth, I'd scream at him to rip my suit off me, get that solid prick of his ready and pound it into my pussy; give it good love, good fuck, good hump. Right here, on the open beach with the sand pressing against my back and his big hairy chest pressing my tits flat against the weight of his body.
But slowly, I gained control of myself. I smiled and tried to make small talk.
"Nice weather we've been having this summer."
"Yeah," he answered, seemingly uninterested in the weather. That was a good sign.
"I notice you aren't too interested in talking about the weather. What do you want to talk about," I asked, coyly, moving over closer to him.
"How about talking about your pussy, baby?" he said trying to shock me.
"Sure," I said. "Why don't we? Let's talk about this lovely little pink pussy of mine. And let's talk about that big, thick, hot swinging piece of meat of yours making its way up there. How's that sound for starters?"
"That's fine by me, baby," he said, turning on to his stomach on the blanket and resting his head in his hands.
My hand reached out and rested on his huge, firm bicep.
"And, while we're at it, we can talk about that gorgeous body of yours. All those hard, rippling muscles that are men."
"Thanks," he answered. "You don't have such a bad body, yourself. As a matter-of-fact, one of the best I've ever seen."
"Thank you," I answered, feeling a little more confident, now, and moving in even closer.
We continued playing cat and mouse with each other for quite awhile. Talking about cunt, cock, sucking and fucking, until, at last, he wasn't answering me and I was carrying on a conversation on my own.
Then suddenly he turned to face me and I saw that all the talk about pussy and cock had really aroused him and his big, swinging, hot, thick dick was bigger than any man should have. I didn't think it was possible for anybody to have a cock the size of this guy's. But it was true. I saw it with my own eyes, bulging ... straining against the material of his bathing suit.
I was rendered speechless, once again. The two of us lying there in the sand, staring at each other. I couldn't believe what I saw before my eyes. No matter how many times I looked down at his prick I just couldn't believe it! Couldn't believe it was possible. But I knew that when I felt it sliding up my slit, spreading me wide and filling me to the hilt, I'd believe it.
Slowly I reached down and closed the distance between us and let my hand rub over the thick, heavy bulge in his bathing suit. My fingers stopped, just in front of his large trunk and I lowered my hand ever so slowly, until just my finger tips rested on his large cock. And I felt it stiffen ... throb ... responding to my touch.
He moaned out and I knew I was turning him on as much as he was turning me on.
"Do it harder, baby," he groaned. And my own fingers responded to his words, to his command.
I thought, at last, we were finally going to have some cock action when he reached out to me, pulled me over, dragging me across the blanket in one of his large, massive arms. His big strong fingers reached behind my back and undid the clasp of my bikini top. He let it drop free and my big, fleshy tits came into view, inches away from his hot, staring glare. "That's some set of knockers you've got there, baby."
"But nothing like this," I answered as my hand took hold of his pulsing staff. His sac held the two biggest nuts I had ever felt. "You probably scramble up some load with these," I said, squeezing it gently.
"Enough to fill you two or three times over, baby. And that's just what I'm going to do. It's been quite a time since I dropped my laden juice into a cunt, and today, when it happens, you'll know what it's like to get a good fuck. That cunt hole will not only be filled, it'll be running out!"
"It sounds delicious," I said, smiling up at him. I was so fucking cock crazy at this point that anything would turn me on-anything this muscle man, anything this cunt maniac wanted to do to me would be fine. I'd be his willing slave if only he'd get the show on the road before I lost my mind completely.
"How about a little warming up exercise." he said, smiling down into my face.
"I'm sure as hell for anything you want," I moaned up at him, letting my hand travel up over his hairy chest and onto the tremendous biceps.
As his huge hand took hold of my tit I began to shiver and quake all over again. I tried to steel myself, tried to think of something other than that big, beautiful cock of his. I knew that if my head were filled with those thoughts, I'd flip long before it was time.
His fingers worked lazily on my tit, tracing little circles around the nipple, sending thrills and chills throughout my body. Sending sensations to the depth of my pussy, springing my system for the final plunge even before it began or was due.
"You sure as hell have a beautiful body. You can turn a man on like no other broad I know."
"I don't seem to be doing such a hot job of it this time."
"What do you mean, you're not doing such a hot job of it? Fed that rod of mine and tell me if you aren't doing such a good job of it," he said as he pushed his groin toward me tauntingly.
"Well I wish the hell you'd throw that into me. Wish you'd give me that bone between my legs."
"I told you before, baby, time. All good things take awhile. All good things come to a girl's pussy who wait and work.
"But even better things come to girls who fuck soon," I answered. "Dammit, will you please get up and fuck me!" I screamed at him. "You're driving me mad, you big cocked stud bastard! Fuck me, please fuck me!"
"Look, baby, you came to play in my house, and in my house, we play by my rules. And we play my game, got it?"
"Yes," I answered. I didn't want to anger him or lose my chance at that shaft of his. He was the only one around, and if I didn't get him, I'd really be up a creek.
"Don't worry about it baby. I'm going to stretch that pussy of yours like it's never been done. You may have had bigger cocks than mine, but you've never had a better one!"
I knew I couldn't push the matter. He was boss, and all I could do was play his game-by his rules-whatever they were. At this point, I didn't really care what his rules were. I was ready ... ready for just anything!
This woman fucker, whore-master wasn't kidding when he said he'd turn me on. Right now he had me feeling more womanly and more depraved than I had ever felt in my whole life. He had me hotter than I thought I could ever be-and nothing serious had yet happened. I felt like I was the only woman in the whole world, and he was the only man ... the only cock available to me.
He made me want to do things I had never done. I didn't even know what they were ... crazy, wild things, anything to get that meat on my insides. I wanted to reach out and suck on his nipples ... I wanted him to squat over me and let me suck his pendulous balls, run my tongue up the crack of his ass and prime it for a rim job.
"Strip!"
His single command took be unexpectedly and I jumped up, even before I realized what I was doing, and unsnapped the lower half of my bikini and let it fall away from me. He just lay there, passive, yet watching my every move, taking in my whole body with his glance.
"Get over here ... get over me and squat. I want to see if we can get that pussy to come to life," he said, low and enticing.
I straddled him and slowly lowered my hips onto his face. With his massive hands, he lifted me off him so that I was actually sitting on his hands. His face but inches away from my throbbing, hungry slit. "What would you like, baby?" he asked me in a low, horny tone.
"Oh, anything," I moaned. "Just anything. Fuck me; get that rod into my crying cunt and fuck me. Suck me, snap that pussy off; I don't care what you do ... fuck me ... suck me ... anything, but give me relief."
What was wrong with me. Here he had me burning up and he just laid there, calm as a cucumber. The only sign of passion or excitement was his stiff cock still in his trunks. And as I looked over my shoulder at that monstrous bulge, I detected a small moist spot where the head of his tool was bunched. I was encouraged, but it only made me want him more.
"Without warning I felt his tongue brushing lightly against the lips of my twitching pussy. I reached down quickly and pulled the lips apart, bearing my clitoris for him. He teased it and twicked it with his tongue until he had me squirming on his hands. Then he took it between his lips and sucked ... hard ... trying to pull it into his mouth. And all the while, his tongue was torturing it. I could feel it in his mouth, hard and stiff, and every movement, no matter how slight, sent chills through my whole body. I was sitting there, my legs spread wide, shaking as though I were in a deep freeze. All I could do was moan in-coherendy. Words couldn't even form. I just babbled at him, begged him to take more of me, begged him to have me, then, there.
Without warning he lifted me off him and stood up. I fell in a heap on the blanket and began to spread myself, sure that this was the moment.
"Take 'em off!" he demanded of me. Stunned, I looked at him. There he stood, his feet spread, hands on his hips, and all that marvelous meat bunched up in his trunks. And still he showed no real indication of being excited as most of my men did. His cock continued to twitch in the cell formed by the jock he was wearing, but he was calm in every other way.
"Take 'em off me!" he demanded again.
Without hesitation I reached up and slipped his trunks down his legs, and held them while he stepped out of them. When I looked up, there hung his fantastic pole, the likes of which I could never expect to see again.
I grabbed hold of it with my hands and began fondling it.
"Come on, baby, turn me on. You can do better than that you filthy bitch. You wanted it, now earn it. Make love to it. It's the biggest cock this side of paradise, and for you, if you work it right, it can be paradise. Treat it like you know it deserves. Show me that you want it."
"Yes ... yes ... oh, yes," I mumbled, the drool filling my mouth and beginning to seep out the corners. "Yes, oh, let me at it," I managed as I latched on to it with my mouth.
The head was large, round, and yet soft and spongy. As my lips took it in my tongue darted around it, wetting it in preparation for its main task.
"Is it what you wanted? Is it what you've been waiting for?" he said, thetoneof his voice making me feel even more degraded than I knew I must look at this moment.
"Oh, yes, oh, yes," I said, the head of his dick still lodged in my face.
I felt his hands press against the back of my head and his hot, horny cock crawl still further into my mouth. The head was pressing against the back of my throat, now and I couldn't take any more of it. I tried to pull back, but he matched my pressure and increased his. I could feel the constant pressure holding his hot cock fast against the back of my throat.
And then I felt the head of his cock begin to throb, slowly and steadily, and with each throb, it would edge itself deeper into me. When it was small, it would slip in further because of its flexibility and the pressure he was maintaining on the back of my head. When it would throb, it would expand and stretch my throat so as to make another advance.
The tears were falling freely down my cheeks and I was now struggling to get away. I tried to look up and all I could see was a lecherous grin on his lips. The feeling was getting the better of me; millions of lights began to flash in my head and I heard a ringing in my ears.
Off in the distance, very far away, I could hear his voice; "that's it, baby. Suck that cock. Let me see it all in there. Love it, cunt. Eat it, whore. You wanted it, now take it...."
I was weak. I was only staying on my knees because he was still holding my head, but every muscle in my body had gone on strike. I couldn't even focus my eyes; I could only feel, as though far away, the tingling sensation of his pubic hairs brushing against my lips. I had done it. I had swallowed that fantastically huge piece of meat.
Suddenly I felt the pressure relaxing on the back of my head and my body began to sag. But his cock stayed lodged in my throat and it was the only thing holding me erect.
He slowly began to bend his knees, letting me fall back to the blanket, still hanging with his pole down my throat.
"So now, are you ready to fuck?"
I couldn't answer.
"Do you still want to feel this staff up that pussy of yours? Think you can take it? Think you can do it justice? Let's see what a humpy whore can really do to a man's cock."
By this time he was laid out, spread eagled, his manhood throbbing in the air, teasingly.
"Take it, baby. It's all yours. Come on, get on it and ride," he said, swirling his hips on the blanket and making his erect cock sway, tauntingly.
"Oh, God, let me have it," I moaned, my strength slowly coming back. "Shove it into me. Let me have it ... let me feel it filling my hole. Fuck me, oh, fuck me.
"No, baby, you do the fucking. It's here for you, but you have to take it. It isn't going to do a thing but lend itself to you, but you have to take it all if you take any. I've gotta see that twat of yours stretched around my meat and the only way to see it is to let you take it from me. So get on it ... now!"
I couldn't resist the offer. I got over him and began to settle myself into position. But even before I could do that, I felt the head pressing against my moist, hot lips. That soft spongy head seeming to take me over and finding its own way into my canal.
Slowly I settled down over him as he raised his head to see the action. I could feel the bigness of him filling me, deeper and deeper, until I thought I would split wide open. But I didn't care. I wanted it ... needed it ... had to have it. And so I let the weight of my body rest full on his cock, and I was sure I had gotten him all.
"Come on, baby. That's not good enough. Take it all. I don't want to see any of it left on the outside. Open up that pussy and make love with it. Ride it; let me see the length of it slip, in and out of that dripping hole of yours."
His talk inflamed me. My juices started to flow and already they were oozing out of my hole and running freely down his cock.
"Wait a minute," he said, as he quickly dislodged himself. He started pulling the sand into a mound under the blanket and as soon as he was through, he placed his ass on the top of the mound. His crotch was completely raised to me, now. I could have all I wanted of him.
I got over him a second time and without hesitation I fell onto him. He was holding my tits, keeping me in an upright position and I was swallowing his cock, feeling both pleasures and pains I had never before felt.
"That's it, baby. Ride that stud meat. Let me see you really ride. Don't hold back on me. Turn me on. Love that staff; take it all. Right to the hilt. Come on, you slut, you know what it's for so let me see you use it."
His talk spurred me on and I bounced even harder; up and down, up and down, the sensations driving me to sexual heights that took me over, completely.
Suddenly I felt a sharp pain, but I didn't care, I went right on riding his upright cock, thrilling at the feeling of that impossible piece of meat scraping the walls of my hole.
I looked down and saw that his crotch had turned a bright pink. I was bleeding! But I didn't care. The feeling was too good. The more I bounced, the redder he became. And it excited me, for I saw the excitement in his face, felt the excitement creeping over his body and down to his cock.
"Now you've got it, whore. Now you're mine. Now you know what it's like to have a man in you. You'll never forget this fuck. Ride it slut! Take it all; all the way. Let me see the head and then nothing. Let me feel it probe into your guts. Let me feel that heavy load of my nuts crawl up that hole and splash out again. Fuck you cunt. Fuck! Bitch! Whore! Take it, take it all!"
I couldn't stand it any longer; I wanted to stop but something drove me on. I had come so many times I was exhausted, yet I still wanted to continue. My juices and my blood had completely saturated his crotch, matted his hair, turned his whole groin area into a mass of sticky flesh.
I was bouncing so furiously I didn't realize what was happening. His cock started to swell, and I could feel the massive head up in my twat getting still bigger, getting tighter in my pussy, increasing the flow of my juices.
And then it happened. With a quick move he pulled my legs out from under me and allowed my entire weight to settle on his cock. I could feel the burning head of his rod in my painfully stretched cunt pushing up deeper, still deeper into me.
I squirmed my body, working my pussy and trying to get his balls. But it was too late. A moan started in his throat and quickly increased to a yell, and I could feel the end. The searing heat of his cum was flooding my insides, and I was drinking it in. My pussy was thrilling at every drop.
When he turned loose of my feet, I again squatted over him and pounded a little more. I had still a little juice of my own to get rid of before I could quit. His cock was drenched in the juices. I could see the white globs of his cum smeared all over it and his stomach. And finally I came one last time. My strength left me in an instant, and I tumbled oft him into a heap. His semi-hard cock lay across his leg still throbbing feebly, still oozing little bits of cream. And my gaping pussy couldn't hold anything back. It drained and drained.
He knew he had been fucked ... not by just any whore. And at the same time ... I knew I had been fucked, too!
